I love, love, LOVE people who can foster animals. Isn’t he a cutie!
It turns out Snickerdoodle has trouble being alone.
The first night in our home, he cleverly broke his way out of his wire dog crate. When we entered his room to greet him in the morning, the crate was totally intact and standing in the center of the room — about six feet away from the corner where we had left it and him. And the Dude was peacefully sleeping on the sofa, not a furrowed brow on him. He yawned, stretched, crossing his paws across each other, and looked at us with those big amber eyes as though to say “Good morning, friends!”
We secured his crate with zip ties to prevent further escapes, but the poor little guy couldn’t resist the urge to continue his Houdini ways, through various creative means. In two more days our crate waved its white flag and surrendered. Seeing how much stress and…
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