A collection of pictures and stories even misadventures of two siberian huskies living in the city, far away from the northern ice and winds they use to call home.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Great Houdinni
When they said that Siberian Huskies are escape artists, they were NOT kidding. I am convinced our male sibe is a direct decendant of Harry Houdinni if not, it's Harry himself.
This has been proven one too many times by our male sibe. He had jumped the fence. He escaped from the kennel by finding the weakest area of the chain link fence, patiently tugs and pushes on it prying the wires open creating a hole for an escape route. He has done this about 10000 times, ok maybe 10. He's dug under to get to the other side. The list goes on.
This recent breakout is new to us. We cannot figure out how he were able to open the locked door without undoing the carabiner or the latch. When we checked it, the latch was down and the carabiner in place only this time, the kennel door was wide open. We tried everything; jiggling the door, jiggling the latch, jiggling the carabiner, pushing on the chain linked door (to see if it bends anywhere), etc. but nothing could explain how he was able to swing the door wide open. A great force will require that latch to budge breaking it in the process.
Wait, that was the BREAK-OUT...now for the BREAK-IN.
We arrived home from attending a wedding. I opened the door from the garage to the kitchen and was greeted by our male husky his tail a waggin'. For a moment I thought nothing of it until I realized that he was supposed to be in the kennel WHERE I LEFT HIM. I was horror stricken because breaking out and breaking in would mean we need to fix something...AGAIN! He was very happy to see us, no doubt about it but my husband was NOT VERY HAPPY about what he's done.
All doors closed, how did he get in? WINDOWS!
First attempt: He broke the screen on the window in the sunroom, jumped in and realized that the door to the living room was locked. He jumped back out thinking he knows another way, THE SIDE WINDOWS. Soon enough, he was in.
I don't think he realized how much trouble he was in because that tail was still wagin' as my husband was fumin'.
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