Jail Break

At 5:00 am on Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of something clomping around the house. I came to the realization it was Sailor and his big feet making those sounds and that he had managed to escape his crate. (We had let him out at 3:00 am and didn't latch the door all the way by mistake). For him, this was fun and exciting like breaking out of jail. By the time I got out of bed, he was sitting by the bedroom door with the living room TV remote in his mouth. The laser light was on and pointing directly to him and his misdeeds. Along with the remote, he had brought some other gifts into the bedroom and laid them in a pile, such as magazines (some with the covers now ripped off), chewed up kleenexes, a bathroom towel, and sweetly, some of his toys from his portable kennel in the living room. We put him back into his crate (which he went into willingly) and he promptly fell asleep