Oh, how easily we forget. We've decided to let Voodoo loose inside the house for short periods while we're gone. This is the first time in about a year, since he crashed through the living room window. But he seems to have *hopefully* outgrown that phase, and is quite the gentleman.
We forgot that Voodoo knew how to open doors. The first time we left him out, our bedroom door was open. We keep it closed because the dogs try to snooze on our bed when we're gone (we don't allow that). And lo and behold, we find Voodoo laying down with a wagging tail---not on our bed, but on the doggy bed on the opposite side of the room. Good boy! I get a random thought that it's odd for him to be laying down. Normally he greets us at the door. But oh well, I praise him and let it go.
So Hubby and I decide it's not a big deal if he can open the door, since he's being good. We catch him two more times in the bedroom when we come home. Each time, he's on the dog bed with a wagging tail. Good boy!
Yesterday, we come home. Voodoo greets us with a wagging tail from the dog bed. Then Hubby starts laughing. Right in the middle of our bed is Voodoo's favorite chew toy. On impluse, I touch the spot. It's still warm.
Voodoo HAS been using our bed. He's been running to the dog bed when he hears us get home, and waits--just to be *sure* we'd find him there.
The little SNEAK.
We forgot that Voodoo knew how to open doors. The first time we left him out, our bedroom door was open. We keep it closed because the dogs try to snooze on our bed when we're gone (we don't allow that). And lo and behold, we find Voodoo laying down with a wagging tail---not on our bed, but on the doggy bed on the opposite side of the room. Good boy! I get a random thought that it's odd for him to be laying down. Normally he greets us at the door. But oh well, I praise him and let it go.
So Hubby and I decide it's not a big deal if he can open the door, since he's being good. We catch him two more times in the bedroom when we come home. Each time, he's on the dog bed with a wagging tail. Good boy!
Yesterday, we come home. Voodoo greets us with a wagging tail from the dog bed. Then Hubby starts laughing. Right in the middle of our bed is Voodoo's favorite chew toy. On impluse, I touch the spot. It's still warm.
Voodoo HAS been using our bed. He's been running to the dog bed when he hears us get home, and waits--just to be *sure* we'd find him there.
The little SNEAK.
