So, she breaks out of her crate in the middle of the night. She opens two latches, gets out, will go to Remy's bed and get under a blanket. She has a new trick... Last night, Derek and I are in the kitchen and we hear the front door opening. Not expecting anyone, we both starting walking toward the door... Isabelle is on her hind legs with her front paws pushing down the door handle. Really?
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