Tar, our foster dog, has always been crated when we're gone, and he's never had a problem with that, even though Brown and Grey aren't crated. So today started off like any normal day, with me crating Tar just before I left for work. He got in, plopped down, and got ready for a nap. When I got home, I was greated by all three boys and an empty bag of satsumas that they actually unpeeled and ate, leaving the peelings all over the living room.
Now, I *KNOW* I closed Tar's crate correctly...both latches too...so I'm wondering if he figured out how to unlatch it or if there's been some evil plotting going on by the three of them while I'm away.[

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