Woodford's Adventures

This little sweetheart looks innocent, doesn't he?
Well, from the conversations I've had with my family this week, apparently that is NOT the case. So this is the first time I've been away from Woodford for more than one full day. And it's 4 full days, plus two half days. It's been rough, not going to lie. So normally during the day he stays in his extra large kennel but he's out from the time I get home from work until the time I leave for work the next morning. Well that kennel is quite heavy also. SO... I thought instead of dragging that whole thing to my parents' house for the week I would just look for a travel kennel to take over there since it was only going to be for a week.
So I did some looking around and found this mesh one at Petsmart that was reasonably-ish priced and it was big enough for Woodford so I bought it.
Well, we tried him out in on Sunday afternoon before I left and he seemed to enjoy so I was feeling pretty good about it.
Fast forward to Monday night. I call my parents to see how the first full day went.
Dad: "Oh he's fine. He's being good."
S: "So he hasn't like peed on the floor or destroyed anything or caused trouble?"
Dad: "Nah, not really. Here's your mom."
So my Mom informs me that first, Woodford chewed through the mesh in his temporary kennel until he had a big enough hole to climb out. Then, he chewed up the plastic pad thing in the bottom of it and the pieces were all over. Not to mention he had a little accident on the floor by the door (probably trying to get outside to go). So yeah... Dad's not really good with details apparently!
So my Mom told me they had gone to my house to get his usual kennel and just took it over to their house for the week, which was fine. I don't blame them.
So then we get to Tuesday night and I make my nightly phone call to check in and see how things are going. Apparently Tuesday during the day W figured out how to unlock the kennel door. The *metal* kennel door, mind you. Luckily he didn't do anything once he got out there. Good grief, Woodford! I hope he realizes that the alternative to staying with Grandma and Grandpa is to be boarded. And I doubt he wants that over vacationing with my Mom and Dad.
Thank goodness today nothing happened. He was the perfect little angel, as he always is for me :)
What a week so far. I'm glad it's half over, I can't wait to get home to my favorite little man!