Leaving the dogs somewhere never seems to go without incident. Yesterday afternoon, the vet called to let me know that Maggie had somehow managed to rip off most of one of her toenails. They cleaned her up, started antibiotics and painkillers, and just wanted to let me know so I wasn’t surprised when I picked her up this morning. With a lab, those things are to be expected. The took care of it right away and didn’t try to charge me for the vet visit. It helps that the kennel and the vet’s office are all run by the same people and sit about 20 yards apart.

Nothing seemed unusual about this episode until I actually got to the kennel and the girl running the reception desk mentioned that I had an escape artist on my hands. Ok, you’ve got my attention now. It seems that sometime Wednesday night, Maggie, my reliable, loving, and incredibly low key lab decided she was going to stage a break out. Apparently she spring both latches on the run she and Winston were in and the staff found them both wandering around the back rooms of the kennel when they opened up Thursday morning. Fortunately, losing her nail seems to be the extent of the damage.

So yeah, now my dogs have a flag on their “permanent records” letting everyone know that they need special attention and more robust lockdown procedures. Good to know I’ve raised delinquents.