Paisley Latino's Day Off

Hopefully by this point in your life you've been fortunate enough to have seen the movie Ferris Bueller's Day Off. If you haven't, I feel sorry for you and suggest you immediately find it and watch it (I was about to say 'go to Blockbuster and rent it,' but then remembered that those days are long gone. Sigh).

As you could probably tell from the title, the movie chronicles the adventures of a high school student named Ferris Bueller as he has an out-of-this-world ridiculous day playing hooky from class. He and his friends drive a Ferrari into downtown Chicago, go to a baseball game, takeover a float while crashing a huge holiday parade... And that's just the start of it!

So, I'd like to think that when our dog, Paisley, MacGyvered her way out of her crate yesterday afternoon she was having the same thought as Ferris Bueller the moment the school secretary bought his impersonation of his own father calling him out sick: FREEDOM!



You see, our dog walker left two of the three hinges undone on Paisley's crate door at approximately 2:15 in the afternoon while Anthony and I were at work. Paisley managed to wiggle her way through the opening she created and run a muck in the living room for four-and-a-half long hours.

When Anthony and I returned home, turned on the lights and didn't see Paisley in her crate, we just looked at each other with expressions of "uhhhh where the EFF is the dog?!?" Lo and behold, we look up and there she is hopping down off the couch as if to say, "oh HEY GUYS you're back!" pretending like nothing ever happened and as if her sitting on the couch was all-of-the-sudden supposed to register as part of the Latino household daily norm.

Although the only casualties were the tag under the couch and the remote control for our TV, I keep playing funny scenarios in my mind about what her day was like. Perhaps she broke the remote in an attempt to turn the TV on. Or maybe she spent a couple hours with her front paws up on the window watching the traffic go by... or MAYBE she broke the three dogs that live next door out of their crates and had one big party, then returned them before their owners got home!

Just kidding.

At least we now know that she's part chocolate lab, part hound, and a small part Houdini.

Anyway, I couldn't stay mad at her for too long. I mean just look at that face (and those awkwardly-long hind legs)!