Let me introduce you all to...my dog Tucker...otherwise now known in our home as...
He looks like the face of innocence, does he not? But with a face that cute, you KNOW he is sometimes up to no good.
For those of you without children OR dogs, this is the view looking down on a simple metal baby gate. Pretty self-explanatory, right? The gate is in the locked position.
Said dog from above, standing on the other side of a locked metal baby gate, in the kitchen. For those unfamiliar with this contraption, in order to open the gate, you need to simultaneously push that little tabby-button-thingie towards the wall with your thumb, while also lifting the door of the gate itself UP and then pushing it out.
Sounds like something you need to be pretty dexterous with (possibly with THUMBS) to accomplish, don't ya think?
If that is the case, can someone PLEASE, please tell me how this dog--with nothing but paws, claws and a wet nose--is able to open up the gate and greet either myself or Daryl at the front door each night after work???
Is he really Houdini? Is this simple, sweet yellow Lab working magic here, people? And before you say he is a one-trick pony, he has managed to open this gate not once, not twice but at least THREE TIMES so far.
That's talent. I'll give him that much.
And I have no friggin' clue how he is doing it.