We had a crazy night last night thanks to a very cute, escape artist puppy.
My roommate recently a foster dog to keep the rottie pup company. It turned out to be a small terrier, a little too small, but they did play (and still do). Unfortunately, her min pin didn't like him so much (hated might be appropriate) so we've been juggling dogs to keep them from being together for the past few days.
Then she saw a puppy online she wanted to adopt. The ad said he was a husky mix, but he looked like a medium size pitbull. They were keeping him in a box on the porch
so she went and got him. When she walked in the door, she was carrying a teeny, tiny, unbelievably adorable dog. Boy was that picture deceiving. The vet said he was around 4-5 months, and he was about the size of a chihuahua puppy.
Now she had to keep him separate (quarantined) from the others as well. It didn't quite go as planned. The puppy was adorable but LOUD. He cried and cried and cried, nonstop. During the night he somehow managed to squeeze between the bars of the gate and tore up the living room. Pooped everywhere. The other dogs saw him out and they knocked down their gate and joined him in tearing up and dragging things around. At some point, they brought a bunch of their bones out to snack on. They were spread all over the rug.
She rounded them up, got the puppy back in his area and he got out again. She put a large board in front of the gate and he still got out. Finally she put the board up in front of the gate, leaned another gate against it, put two full Sparkletts bottles against it and a cat tree. Yep, he got out. He ended up in the bathroom where she tried using the gate again. Then the gate and board, and finally, after multiple escapes, she shut the door.
This afternoon he went to a rescue.