Last week, Mia discovered she can crawl into the dog's kennel. Since our dog is a toy poodle, this is a tight squeeze. A really tight fit. She thinks it is fun, but I fear she will sneak away to do it sometime when I am not close by, get stuck, and be so traumatized that she will never be able to go in an elevator, subway, or airplane again. I tried to coax her out, but you can see by her face how successful I was at getting her to come out of there. It didn't happen until she was good and ready.
She did it again a couple of days later, this time on Jeff's watch. He tried to coax her out of the kennel by reasoning with her, "It's dirty in there. The dog goes in there." He had no more luck than I did. She did eventually get stuck and needed help getting out. Still, I don't think either one of us thinks this is the last time she'll attempt that stunt at home. Jeff asked me, "This thing comes apart, doesn't it?" I assured him it did, based on my vague recollection that when I purchased it 14 years ago it came in 2 pieces. It did evoke an image something like the Jaws of Life, so I decided that until Mia gets too big to fit in it, we'll just keep the kennel door locked.
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