In the course of preparing for Chase’s stay at Shelley’s home in Ontario, I warned her that Chase believes “up” is the best direction. He is a talented jumper displaying tremendous athleticism. So she asked if he could jump a 6′ high deer fence. My answer was, “Not directly, but if there is a tree stump by a chicken coop, and the chicken coop is near the fence, he’s gone.”
While Tom, Carolyn and dogs were here, I created a Cardi Condo so we had a shot at controlling the comings and goings of five dogs. I didn’t get it disassembled before I came down with the flu, so it was still sitting in the living room. I should have closed the crate door on the upper crate. It wasn’t needed. There were lots of things I “should have” done while I was sick, but none of them occurred. This morning, I heard the clank of a crate being bumped. I went downstairs, and there was our Chase in the upper crate. The bottom crate is a 23″ high model. The upper crate door is two inches above the crate floor — and all I heard was a little clank. Since I’ve watched him jump — way too many times — I know that he does not run and jump. He stands below his target, gathers himself up and springs. This one was a 25+” leap from a standstill on a ceramic tile floor!
What does Chase have to say about it? “Well, it was up!”