Recently I came home one night to find that the kitchen door was open. We have a sliding door that separates the kitchen from other rooms. This is the same sliding door that separates Lulu from other rooms if we are not home. It was wide open. Lulu was right by the door but she did not look innocent. She had been left free reign of the house.
Night of Freedom
I checked the clock. Judging by when the husband said he was heading out and when I arrived… she had been free for about an hour. My stomach started to turn into a knot as I worried what she could have done while we were away. Or maybe she was good? Maybe she stayed in the kitchen the whole time?
The first order was to make sure there were no messes. A quick check revealed Lulu had been a good girl and obeyed all her housebreaking rules. Whew! OK so things were looking good.
Next order of business was to make sure she hadn’t gotten into anything she shouldn’t have – which she did, removing my hope that she was so obedient she wouldn’t dare leave the kitchen when we weren’t home.
During my inspection I found she had done a ‘twist and shout’ on a pile of my old grade school papers. These had been sitting in neat piles on the rug for several days as I was sorting. During that time Lulu had been totally respectful of the piles and always walked around them. But not when she was unsupervised. Fortunately the damage was minimal. I could survive without that A+ spelling paper from 4th grade.
Night of Freedom
Then I found a pen chewed up on the floor. I started wondering where the pen was… we don’t make a practice of small items on the floor, knowing she will snatch them up. It has been on the coffee table. OK so now I realized she was on the table. GREAT. My eyes then were then drawn to our futon. Lulu is not allowed on any furniture. But there I also found evidence she had jumped on it. I began to envision her getting all comfy there… hoping off right when I arrived home.
Fortunately she didn’t get into anything harmful. She didn’t swallow the pen and she didn’t let ink explode on the rug. I had to count my blessings. When the husband arrived home he held his head in shame over having left that door open. When I told him everything I discovered — nothing serious. We both laughed about it. Still, we hope this doesn’t happen again! But Lulu would probably disagree.