The Escape Artist
June 29, 2010
Remember when I wondered what I’d come home to?
Chloe got out again. It wasn’t a fluke, she figured out the crate.
Step 2 was adding a carabiner to the latch. Surely Chloe wouldn’t be able to pull a carabiner through that small opening.
Except that she could. Chloe 3, Juice 0.
You are no match for Chloe, Mr. Carabiner.
What’s a girl to do?
It’s time for some heavy artillery:
So far bungee cords are working. I wonder how long until Little Miss Jailbreak figures out how to chew through the cord. Yes, it’s on the outside of the crate, but her paws are small enough to reach through the wires and snag it if she so desired.
I’m living on borrowed time, people.
all things juice 
As I say of my cats: It’s like running a daycare. There’s always something going on. I hope she stays put, the little minx.
I’ve never had a Houdini dog before. My neighbor has one (Dachshund/German Shephard mix) that can scale a wooden fence. She also can work her way out of a metal crate. They ended up just leaving her out of it.
Good luck!
I’m definitely on Team Juice!
I read your post *snicker snicker* and I HEART smart dogs (and cats)!
Re: my internet situation – on top of my home connection not working, my WORK one wasn’t connecting yesterday either!!! What are the odds?!?!?!
I told you…we had to put a lock on our poodle’s crate…and keep the key away from his sneaky self or I have no doubt he would have figured out how to use it!
i wonder if chloe is suffering from claustrophobia? or separation anxiety? or she’s just a busy pup and likes a challenge? what do you think, especially after reading the latchkey dog? our kitty, cooper, is just a very busy fellow, so when he’s “problem solving” i know it’s more for his own entertainment than it is to be truly mischievous and make me crazy. that’s why i ask 🙂 xx
The first time she got out was definitely separation anxiety. Generally I leave the house, get in the car and go to work. The first time she escaped it was because a neighbor started talking to me and she heard my voice outside. She got frantic, figured out the crate and chewed at the door.
Now I think it’s just because she’d rather be loose in the house.
Yes, in one way, don’t you feel proud of your smart little girl? But she’s not destructive once she gets out?
And guess what Noah did yesterday in his crate. Pulled through THREE half finished quilts and well, he only chewed on the batting around the edges, so I think I might be able to salvage them. Totally my fault. I thought about it when I left them on the table next to his crate.