I received a phone call from Hub this afternoon:
Hub: “Did you come home for lunch?”
Me: “No. Why?”
Hub: “Well, Panza was out and the gate door was open …”
Me: (laughing) “Oh really?”
I tell ya, it must be the breed.
We had another basset hound years ago that we could not keep penned up to save our lives. We called him the “Felon” because whenever he got out, the base police would pick him up and take him to animal control. He even spent the weekend in the poky once because we had left him outside when we went to Jesse & Laura’s wedding and the little criminal decided he’d have none of that and busted out of the backyard.
But I digress …
I know it was a joint venture because the left-side of the gate was pushed in toward the kitchen … Quixote had to have done that … and we figure he held the door open for Panza to run through.
Not bad for two canines with no opposable thumbs.