Quite a scare...
Tonight, we took our friend out to dinner at Picante's. And so, we put Stella in her crate with her peanut butter Klong as usual and headed out.
When we returned, I was putting stuff away as Jon headed upstairs to retrieve her. Then I heard Jon say "er, this can't be good". I ran upstairs to see what happened.
What I saw was that the front of the crate had fallen inward and the crate was empty.
"Where's Stella?" I started yelling. I began to panic and feared the worst.
Then I heard a small "yep". "Where did that come from?" We all fell silent. no sound.
"Stella?!"I called. "yep"
We realized it came from the guest bathroom. I opened the door and she bounded out. I immediately hugged her and started asking "are you hurt anywhere? are you okay?" as I started rubbing her all over looking for injuries. She just jumped up and down trying to lick my face.
Apparently, her over-exuberance to get out of the crate lead her to push the front of the crate enough to unhinge it. (it's one of the collapsible portable crate) After her escape from the crate, she had gone into the guest bathroom and managed to closed the door behind her keeping her inside. The door tends to stay in the almost-closed position, so it's easy to nudge open, but the same nudging motion would close it from the inside. The door on the inside was heavily scratched. Looked like she had tried very hard to get out. When I saw those scratches, I almost cried. I felt like such a terrible dog-mommy.
After Jon and I cleaned up all the paintchips and the crate, we sat on the floor to play with her for an hour. She was so excited to be amongst the pack again she was bouncing around.
Just like that, she's all happy again. If only us humans can do that too.
When we returned, I was putting stuff away as Jon headed upstairs to retrieve her. Then I heard Jon say "er, this can't be good". I ran upstairs to see what happened.
What I saw was that the front of the crate had fallen inward and the crate was empty.
"Where's Stella?" I started yelling. I began to panic and feared the worst.
Then I heard a small "yep". "Where did that come from?" We all fell silent. no sound.
"Stella?!"I called. "yep"
We realized it came from the guest bathroom. I opened the door and she bounded out. I immediately hugged her and started asking "are you hurt anywhere? are you okay?" as I started rubbing her all over looking for injuries. She just jumped up and down trying to lick my face.
Apparently, her over-exuberance to get out of the crate lead her to push the front of the crate enough to unhinge it. (it's one of the collapsible portable crate) After her escape from the crate, she had gone into the guest bathroom and managed to closed the door behind her keeping her inside. The door tends to stay in the almost-closed position, so it's easy to nudge open, but the same nudging motion would close it from the inside. The door on the inside was heavily scratched. Looked like she had tried very hard to get out. When I saw those scratches, I almost cried. I felt like such a terrible dog-mommy.
After Jon and I cleaned up all the paintchips and the crate, we sat on the floor to play with her for an hour. She was so excited to be amongst the pack again she was bouncing around.
Just like that, she's all happy again. If only us humans can do that too.