Hairy Houdini

March 25 -- I was doing laundry this evening, and it came time to go downstairs to take my clothes out of the dryers. It was going to be a quick trip, maybe two minutes, so I figured I could put Truman, who's very good with kennel time, in the soft crate in the living room with a couple of toys.

Apparently, they weren't the toys he wanted.

I came back to a crate that been not just partially unzipped, but moved from its usual spot. Truman was lying in front of it gleefully chewing all the toys I'd previously taken away from him and put on top of the crate for "under supervision only" time:



Busted.