He also gets very excited when his harness is on. As in, leaping around the house, slamming his body into cupboards, almost breaking the glassfronts in doors.
Sunday I harnessed the boys up, and then went out to get the ramp into the car ready for Mr. Big (the elderly gentledog needs a little assistance to get up into so high a vehicle; he has a lovely ramp that he trots happily up and down to do this). I could hear Cuddle Muffin crying with impatience and slamming into things. I hoped the cats were in another room.
I went to go inside, and the door was locked. Cuddle Muffin, in his exuberant jumping and scratching at the door, had locked the deadbolt.
My neighbor has a key to the security door, but not the deadbolt as I only lock that one at night. She'll be getting a copy of the deadbolt key this weekend.
Oh, what happened to me? Only a slight pause while I realized what he had done. Luckily, I had my keys on me, so after the slight pause, I started thanking God I had them on me. I will now not be going outside, even to check the mailbox, without my keys in my hand.
Really he should be called Stinker Muffin.
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