We bought a play yard for Gibbs to keep him confined while we're at work. He's got all the comforts of home in there. He has a little bed, toys, food, water and a pee pad. It's worked quite well.
Don't give me that look. Yes, you do have to go in the play yard when I go to work.
Do you know what Gibbs has to say about that? He says he may have to go in there but it doesn't mean he has to stay in there.
He's a regular little escape artist. Tuesday I came home, walked in the door and imagine my surprise when he came running up to greet me. I assumed that I didn't latch the door on it well enough. Wednesday same thing, I open the door and there he is. I check the door on the play yard and it's still closed.
I put him back in and watched and waited. He jumped, he barked, he whined. Then he jumped once more and climbed right on out of there. The play yard is maybe a little over 2 feet high. Now that doesn't sound very high but he's not very big.
Time for plan B