Otherwise known as Wonderdog and the Attack of the Evil Towel.
I was busy at my computer this evening, preparing Karen and Zach’s taxes. Greg and Adrianna were already asleep. I was interrupted from my deep concentration by a sad, pathetic whine. Thinking one of the dogs wanted to go outside to take care of business, I quietly called their names. No response other than more whining. Molly wasn’t at her normal post at my feet, so I thought perhaps she accidently got locked in the bedroom with Greg. I got up from my chair to go investigate, figuring that I just needed to let the dog out of the closed bedroom. When I got to the bedroom, I heard the whining coming from down the stairs. This is what I found:
Yes, she is wearing that towel like a cape. We use old towels in their kennel, but I don’t believe this one had a hole in it previously, as I am usually pretty careful about that sort of thing for this very reason. But, it appears that she somehow wriggled her way into a hole in the towel and then couldn’t get out. She managed to get up half the flight of stairs to the landing in between, where she was stuck. Afraid to venture up the remainder of the stairs, she resorted to whining pathetically until I rescued her (after taking a picture of course).