Bad Dog

We are back Chez Nous after a visit to the old folks' home. Yes, they got their biscotti. We all had a good time. The Boys went out and played chase in the garden. They got good and muddy and did a lot of beagley snuffling around and some chewing on cornstalks and they ate some grass and had a grand and glorious time. Tiki found some horse manure left by the neighbor's fence-breaking horses, and so he finally had something more than plain old grass to roll in. Kirby decided that the terror of staying downstairs while Bunny was upstairs outweighed the terror of going up the slippery hardwood stairs, and he was pretty good at going up all by himself by the end of the visit. Maybe he'll practice going down by himself next time.

Tiki continues to pee all over the house, but he was completely dry at the old folks' home. We are grateful that he was on his best behavior, but we wonder why he can't be good at home.

Kirby has apparently decided to become nocturnal. He slept peacefully and uneventfully at the old folks' home, but he has been keeping us up every night before and since the visit. One night, we tried to contain his midnight enthusiasm by closing him in his crate. In he went, back to bed went Bunny, and, exploiting her hearing impairment, she went back to sleep oblivious of what would happen next.

All of a sudden he was out. I have learned that I have to do the zipper just so or he can push at it and get it open, so I figured he just unzipped it. Nope. He escaped.

He dug through. I suppose his motto is never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever quit. And now we have a crate that is fine as an around-the-house hidey hole, but useless as a bona fide crate. As usual, he is remoreseless.