The other day I had to go out from about 11 AM to 5 PM. Fletcher has been able to escape EVERYTHING I put him in. First, he learned how to climb out of the puppy pen. A friend gave me a proper crate with a top. It has two latch closings. News flash: it took one day for him to figure out how to pull the latches! SO, yesterday when I closed the door, I latched the latches with metal clips so they wouldn't budge. THIS is what I came home to:
This is one determined dog!
In other news, I've been completely unable to write House fiction since the finale. I keep seeing House as a killer. Today I'm watching a S3 marathon to try to bleach my brain. There has been so much great post-season fic, but I can't write anything of any kind. Bleagh.