Since this is Emily, we pretty much assume it was her own fault.(read: she's a genius!) The sitch:
[Front of the sofa]
Emily needed some convincing to pose for Mommy, so Froggy-treat it was:
[Does my bum look big if I do this?]
Next, a simple step up for Emily:
Emily needed some convincing to pose for Mommy, so Froggy-treat it was:
[Does my bum look big if I do this?]
Next, a simple step up for Emily:
We don't let her on the sofa, and she knows it's a big no-no. Which is why she jumps up on it every time we're out, and jumps down (faker) when she hears the door opening. (yes, we know this because we've climbed over the patio fence to spy on her through the living room window)
A simple flick of her paw gets the hood open. She probably bounced around (Cowie's in the basket). And voila:
[Mommy, get me out!]
[Mommy, get me out!]
Case closed.
Of course, Emily got some free sofa time today, for being a good sport.
Of course, Emily got some free sofa time today, for being a good sport.