About two weeks after we adopted Wrigley we came home one day to find that she had escaped from her crate.  Derek and I thought it would be best if we crated Wrigley for the first few months while we were out of the house. This way she would not destroy anything in the house, or hurt herself. We were unsure of her temperament, and wanted to keep the house in tact.

So one afternoon we pull in the drive and say to each other, “Is that Cohen (he is not crated during the day) AND Wrigley looking out the window?!?! “No way, she’s crated.” we say. Well to our amazement upon opening the front door…..Wrigley HAD escaped from her crate.

Somehow this weak, skinny, just birthed a litter of puppies dog had bent the steel in her crate just enough to squeeze out of the bottom bars. Not only did she escape from the crate, but she broke the plastic tray in the bottom, pulled a carpet (from across the room) inside of the crate, and got into the pantry & shredded three new paper towel rolls.  This was no wimpy cheap crate. This crate successfully contained Cohen for a year when we would go out. But, it finally met it’s match when Wiggley Wrigley came along.

This little girl is a fighter. Now I can see how she survived so long out on the streets.

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