Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Day with no Crates

Our morning routine usually goes like this.  I woke up at dawn and sit on Mom and Dad's heads until they wake up.  They don't wake up until the radio starts playing every day at 6AM.  Dad gets out of bed and turns off the radio.  It starts up again at 6:07.  Dad turns it off again.  Then it goes off at 6:14, and they finally get out of bed.  Dad takes us out, getting Brook out of her crate on the way, and Mom goes to the shower.  The humans get dressed, pack lunches, wake up the Little Biped and get her dressed.  Mom leaves.  A few minutes later, Brook and I go to our crates and Dad and the Little Biped get in his car to leave for the day.

Today went a little bit different.  Sky woke us all up at 3AM to go out.  We went back to bed.  At 5AM, Sky woke us up again.  This time no one went out, but Dad gave Sky water because this seemed to be what he wanted.  The 6AM alarm went off and Mom got out of bed and went to the shower.  Dad stayed in bed through a few snooze alarms like normal.  We went outside and everything seemed status quo for a while.  The really unusual part came when Dad and the Little Biped left.  Brook and I stayed in the house with Sky and Canyon!

Of course, we wanted to make sure that we wouldn't get in trouble so we would be able to have this privilege another time.  But, as you know - I have learned how to open kitchen cabinet doors, refrigerator doors, food dishes, etc.  Nothing was closed up!!  How could I resist this temptation?  I stayed out of the refrigerator - there's nothing in it right now I would want because the humans really need to go to the grocery store.  The dog food has been moved to a container in the garage due to me opening it all the time (and later teaching Brook and Canyon how to do it too) - so I couldn't get into food...  But, when I opened the kitchen cabinet, I found the trash can and it was nearly full!!

Brook helped me sort through it to see what we could find.  There was half a bag of popcorn that we ate.  We also opened the tea bags and ate all the tea out of them.

Mom came home and called Dad immediately asking him if he knew what he forgot this morning.  There was several minutes of asking how he could forget to put us in our crates, telling him how lucky he was that no damage was done to furniture or toys, that we didn't find the left-over Easter candy on the counter, and several other things not suitable to repeat on a family-friendly blog.  

So, Brook and I had a fun day playing in the trash can and sharing dog beds with Canyon and Sky, but I think we ruined our chances to try this again any time soon.  As the Little Biped says: DERMIT!!!

Butt Wiggles, Meadow

19 woo woos:

Turbo the Sibe said...

I don't see the problem. You were just recycling!

Simcha said...


Good one! Carry on the mission!


Holly and Khady said...

Totally the human man's fault for leaving the trash out. You were just being yourselves.


Thor said...

HULA worthy! Very HULA worthy! You have done well, grasshoppers!


Kasha said...

Gorgeous dogs even if they are trouble makers! I am happy to discover this little blog! I am adding you to my blog list so I can keep in touch. Feel free to stop by and meet my Africa. She is starting to love her crate so much she goes in and just lays down with the door open! Weird!

The Thundering Herd said...

Sounds like a time we would be invited to "go outside."

Khyra The Siberian Husky And Sometimes Her Mom said...

Woo Girls Rokhk!

PeeEssWoo: Bet your dad won't make THAT mistake again!

Peanut said...

They have only themselves to blame. Only themselves

Ozzie the OZmonster said...

A very similar thing happened to me recently. I HATE the crate, so I was hoping that your story would have a better outcome--like your dad might have decided that playing in the trash is OK and that you can stay out of the crate forever. Bummer!

Simba and Jazzi said...

Looks like you had the most fun ever.

Simba and Jazzi xx

Steve, Kat, & Wilbur said...

What a great day! We got left out of our crate once too. Actually, Dad put us in the crate, but forgot to lock the door. We chewed up a rug and peed on the couch. However, we didn't get into the trash.


Princess Eva and Brice said...

Sorting the trash kept you out of more dangerous things. So your mom should be happy about that.

The last time I was left in a crate, I talked to the neighbors all day. Try it. It really works to make the crates go away.


Cyber-sibes said...

Ha-roo! Sounds lovely, too bad woo probably won't get another chance like that again anytime soon. Kudos for taking full advantage of a great situation.

Woos & a-roos,
Star & Jack a-aroo

Biloxi and Siber-sibs said...

HaRooooo! Dat sounds like sumpin' wese did a while ago too. But our trash can was kept by da door. Den Maw got the trash can dat fits under da sink. Nikita didn't figure out how to open da cabinet.
And Maw says don't woo call and tell him how to do it whilst she not home.

Husky kisses,

Tracey and Huffle said...

Has you dad been sent to the shelter yet for re-homing?

Huffle Mawson

The Army of Four said...

All I know is Dave did that a couple times and we ended up getting a $200 trash can. Ha rooo!
Play bows,

Lacy said...

w00fs, me hasnt gotted into the trash yet, hmmm mayb me shood try it, sounds like fun to me..

b safe,

Amber-Mae said...

Oh-oh! Good job guys!!!

Solid Gold Dancer + Puppies

Amici said...

Wow, a day of freedom. Last time Amici got there he chewed two holes in our Christmas tree. Thankfully he was okay since pine needles can be toxic.

We love how your blog header looks. It is very creative and just perfect. :)