For those of you who “like” the Oh My Dog! Facebook page, you already got a taste of what’s going on, but here’s a recap with a little additional detail:
A few weeks ago, Ann – who visits with the boys on my long work days – said, “Are you not crating Cooper anymore?”
Um. We sure are! But there he was at the door, happy to see Ann! Oddly enough, the front of his crate was still latched…
When Ann put him in, he popped out the back, where the metal latches were mysteriously unlatched!
I’m sure he was smug about it, too! (Ann, can you confirm his smugness?? 🙂 )
She kindly fixed the latches, but the next day, the same thing happened.
Important sidenote to this story: For several months, Emmett has been tormenting Cooper. In an attempt to swipe his Kong, which we leave in his crate whenever we leave, he’s been dragging Cooper’s crate by the bed, apparently trying to pull the Kong out of the crate? We tried separating the big boys from Cooper when we’re gone, but Cooper goes bonkers.
Turns out, all of Emmett’s dragging dislodged a couple of the key metal clamps. So, as he would drag, it would create an opening between the back and side, which Cooper wriggled through.
It happened again on Ann’s watch (so, so sorry, Ann!) and she sealed the crate shut with masking tape.
Cooper diligently unpeeled all the tape.
So I attached zip ties around the whole thing.
Cooper diligently chewed through most of the zip ties, meeting me at the door the very next day!
So that brings us to this week. I mentioned the situation on Facebook, and several wise souls suggested carabiners.
I latched carabiners around the crate. It was perfect for a few days!
Today, I come home to this:
The crate is about 3 feet from where it started this morning. The blue blanket wedged in the corner? It’s from the sofa that you can see the end of on the right-hand side. Those broken pieces of metal at the foot of my bed? That’s a carabiner snapped in half.
My guess? Emmett started pulling the crate from the front. Cooper grabbed onto the blanket with his teeth (maybe in an attempt to not get dragged halfway across the room?). The blanket wedged into the metal, creating a slight opening, which Emmett tried to leverage. Instead he snapped the carabiner in half.
I rearranged – the crate is now in the corner, blocking the back and side with the bent metal, and I put shelf liner underneath so that it’s (hopefully) too difficult to slide.
Although, I’m curious: What are they going to do to outsmart me next?? Sigh.
(As a final note, to our wonderful, kind neighbors who so generously lent us their crate for Cooper’s puppy stage… we’re buying you a new one. Stat.)