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!”
BOING!!
“The wonderful thing about Chases
Is Chases are wonderful things
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!”
Hmm. Must be related to his half-brother Tigger. Oops make that Digger.
Not to mention mother Alice who learned to climb the cat tree to the top and help herself to the cat food. So much for that idea.