The hole that leads outside
I don't know if you guys remember, but there are some little Holes in our gate that leads to the Great Outside. I used to just poke my head out and look out (hoping to see or sniff Missy, the Westie across the road), but now I've realized that I can use this Hole as my own little mini-door to go in and out.
Missy's home, when viewed from the Hole
The Beagle from down the road says it's ironic that as I grew bigger, instead of being too big to squeeze out the Hole I am now more empowered to go out the hole. I'm not sure exactly what the Beagle from down the road meant because he uses big words that confuse me, but he said that basically as long as something is ironic, then it's meant to be.
My Humans don't agree though, because they freaked out the first time I slipped through the Hole. In fact, they ran out, grabbed me and carried me back home. Momma was exceptionally mad at me. But why? I'm supposed to be able to use the Hole! Irony says I should!
After a few more escape attempts, Pops put up some little metal things to stop me from getting out. They're like string, but metal. What is this? Am I a prisoner in my own home??? That's not fair!
I still get to go out for walkies, but only under Human snoopervision, and with my leash on. I think it's highly unfair! I'm a big dog now! The Beagle from down the road gets to come and go as he pleases! Hiew hiew hiew!