Need better cage clips
Further proof that we see the world in a very different way from the dog that co-resides. While we rejoiced at the installation of the new windows, the ones that would make his egress difficult, he never noticed the effort.
I arrived home this afternoon, and was greeted at the door by his hairiness. Nothing new there, with one small exception. After long assessment (and consultation with professionals in the dog health business), we had agreed to “crate” him for those long hours alone. Just as a test, if you will. Plastic was laid, and the big old metal jail (that we keep in the basement for such moments) had been installed.
Wasted effort. From the evidence available, he simply used a combination of paw-and-nose to flip the latch. Freedom. And then, drawn by his usual egress opening, (here things turn apocryphal) he unlatched the new window, spun the crank a couple of turns, clawed the screen frame away from the window and tried to leave. With insufficient effort on the crank, he abandoned the effort and tried several other windows (dog drool on the window sills). No joy.
Tomorrow, the cage will be more securely fastened. Promise. Details to follow.
I had a morning session of people shining bright lights in my eyes after dripping in drops that change the way things are supposed to work. A new resident, keen to try out all those nifty techniques learned in medical school, kept me there much longer than I had planned. The sprint to get back to work on time (for a scheduled videoconference test), left me with an oxygen debt. Moreover, the dilated pupils are not conducive to proper workplace vision.
