So I pulled up into the driveway this afternoon after a long day at school to find not one, but two poochies at the front window happily grinning and barking at me with their tails a-waggin’.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if one of them hadn’t been crated before I left for school this morning.

I have to leave Panza in his crate each morning or he’ll bless me with little gifts when I get home.

He didn’t disappoint. {{sigh}} But that’s another story.

I went over to inspect the crate and figure out how he managed to get out. The little door inside the door was open. There isn’t any way he could have gotten out … and yet he did.

Silly basset hound must be part mouse.