I also have this partial wall between my living room & kitchen that has three tiny pass-through shelves in it. I have no idea how they managed to get to that interior pocket with the top still folded over. When I went in the kitchen, my purse had clearly been moved, but was still folded over so you couldn't access the inside. ![]() These were stored in an interior pocket of my purse, which was folded over on my kitchen counter (it's a boho style, so I kind of roll the top over and pull the handle under to keep it closed). I woke up this morning to both pairs of my earbuds that came with my iPhones completely chewed to bits and laid out in a lovely display right next to my bed. So alas, the poor girl's tummy said she was out of time, so she went to the hearth rug to let it all go. But no amount of digging and tearing up the plastic cat door could get her into the laundry room and through to the other back door. Through the baby gate, into the play room. When she could not dig her way through the back door (but did manage to leave some hefty claw marks and a good bit of sawdust), she looked for the other back door. Which involved opening the "childproofed" folding door to get into the kitchen. Prissy proper dogs DO NOT soil their home. Rynna, a very prissy and proper and overly smart chow mix/Great White Mutt, was not feeling well. ![]() The only thing he noticed when he got home was that Rynna had let B'Elanna out of the kitchen, in spite of the door latch. It also might be key to point out at this time that my husband worked at as a kennel tech at the vet for a few years, and lost key ranges in his sense of smell during that time. My husband was already cooking dinner in the kitchen. I came home from work one evening, kids in tow. There is also a baby gate on the entry to the play room (that leads to the laundry room) because my older girl needed all the restrictions we could muster to keep her from peeing in carpeted areas. The cat, Gryphon, did not participate in this tale, except by having a cat-door into the laundry room because Rynna loves "tootsie rolls" a little too much. To keep her from being set free by her sister, Rynna, we had a doodad that blocked the folding door from opening, up at the top of the door. ![]() B'Elanna (yes, hello fellow nerds) was an aging dog and confined to the kitchen so that her Cushings induced puddles would be restricted to one easy-clean floor. To set the scene, let me tell you about the house arrangement at the time.
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