You can call me Houdini Dog......sort of

I've decided that I must be a descendant of Houdini. The only problem is, I can't seem to escape my jail urrr crate. Even when mom puts up road blocks, I manage to move the crate, with me in it. I haven't figured out how to actually escape, but I am really good at getting around the house while maintaining my jail sentence.

You see, it started about a week ago. The crate starts out in the kitchen, and I've toured the entire kitchen from inside the crate, so I decided to explore more of the house when the hoomans are away. Last week I made it from the kitchen to the pillow that I lay on when I am out of the crate that is next to the stairway. (Mom here.....I couldn't believe my eyes when I came home and found the crate where it was.....so we started to put up road blocks. I didn't want to take any chances of Miss Lillie going down the steps inside the crate. I thought I put up some good roadblocks.)

So yesterday mom had Kendra put a chair in front of the crate. I managed to move the crate AND THE CHAIR to where mom sits at the table. It really wasn't that great of a feat compared to what I did today.

Mom was afraid that I'd tip the chair over and that might be a bigger problem since I'd be home alone, so instead of blocking the crate with the chair, she put the chair in between the love seat and the piano so I wouldn't be able to head for the stair way. OR SO SHE THOUGHT. (Mom again: this dog is making me nervous. I don't know how something so little can move about inside this crate as though it is no big deal. I need all you dog moms and dads to give me any ideas I can to keep this little squirt where she belongs when we are gone. We put the radio on so she has noise. We give her toys. She put KONGS on her christmas list and I was hoping the big man in red would be bringing her some and we could hold off until then, but now I don't know?!)

So I am in trouble again because the tattle tale I will not name. UMH Kendra- oops- Calls mom at work today to tell her I wasn't in the kitchen when she came home from school. I bypassed the chair between the love seat and piano and headed for the other doorway. I went out that doorway, down the hall and headed into mom's room. I stopped just inside the doorway. By then I was so pooped out that I needed a rest. NOW if I could just figure out how to open the door and get out. I'd have it made in the shade oh, yes I would! (Mom: I would have thought that after spending three weeks in the crate when we aren't home that she'd be used to it. It has a comfy blanket to sleep on and toys to chew. Nothing else appears disturbed and it doesn't appear that this little pup has any injuries when we get home. What's a mother to do? Am I being owned by one SPOILED Airedale or what?)

So as you can see, I am up to my normal tricks. Sorry there aren't any pictures today, the camera is temporarily out of commission! Any of you dogs that can help me actually break free, I'd appreciate your assistance. Maybe someone could mail me a key???

Lots of hugs and earscratches,
Lillie