...apparently this includes Bailey. We went to dinner at our favorite pizza joint, Tommy's Pizza, and when we came home Bailey was sticking his head through the cat door in the garage barking wildly. When we left Bailey, he was securely in his crate in the kitchen. He somehow figured out how to get out of his crate. Some screws came off the side, and he managed to take the door off of the front. He did get on the counter and knock a cake in the floor, but Rudy and I weren't mad; we were just astonished that he got figured out how to get out.
CHOCOLATE CAKE IN THE FLOOR
Bailey has other career aspirations as well. Engineering is clearly a talent, but in his spare time he enjoys dentistry. Instead of shaking your hand Bailey would rather look in your mouth. He doesn't lick in there or anything; he just likes to look.
BAILEY CHECKING MY TEETH
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