It’s Bark Is Worse Than Its Flight

| Related | February 8, 2016

(My family recently got a dog who does not like to be alone. When we leave the house, we leave her in a gated hallway. The gate is about three times her height. My family returned one day to her out of her kennel. Nothing had happened except there was a dark pee spot on the floor.)

Dad: “How did she jump that?”

Brother: “Maybe she can fly? She probably climbed it, though…”

(Two days later. We have improved the hallway and the gate is now about four or five times her height. We come home again to find her out of her hall, and another pee spot two inches from the other.)

Dad: “I think she squirmed through this space.”

Mom: “That space!? But it’s three inches wide!”

Brother: “I’m still not ruling out the possibility of flying.”

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