Quote Originally Posted by grey View Post
I have a dog that can open a locked door.

She has answered the door for my neighbor, the mailman, the UPS driver, the FedEx driver, and the Jehovah's Witnesses. Oh yeah, and the trash man - our can was in a space he was having trouble with and he wanted to let us know.

It's not uncommon for me to get a text message from my neighbor that reads something like this:
I got home and ur front door was open and the girls in the yard. I out them back in.


Or yesterday:
I had to kiss Stuie... I got locked out of the house but she let me in here before I died from the heat...

Cat outside? It becomes a race between us and her getting to the door so she can let herself out to chase it.

We usually have her contained but sometimes we forget to make sure she's locked in the bedroom before we go (locked in this case means, the door is closed AND there is a baby gate keeping her in there for when she opens the door.)

The other dog has a love for bread. I had just baked banana bread, sliced some up for my husband and I to eat on our way somewhere. He was sitting on the couch, I set the slices on the coffeetable in front of him, walked into the bedroom for a minute or two. When I came back out, there was only one slice left (and no dog in sight). At first I was mad at him - I had cut him three slices and myself two, and here he had pigged and eaten four! I started to tell him that and he says "I didn't touch the bread." So we look at Cookie, who is hiding behind the couch wagging her tail nervously. Not the first time, nor the last, that bread has disappeared.
Border Collie?