Yep, she's at it again. This time Willow pushed the board away from the back of the open cube and James discovered her on the sofa again. He rolled the hassock that has some of the games inside it in front of that particular cubicle and we thought that had ended it. Willow was still "in her room" when we got home yesterday.

Last night as we were having trouble falling asleep anyway—the new neighbors across the street apparently had some type of housewarming and played loud music till past midnight (Digression: why is it that people these days insist on forcing you to listen to their music? This seems to cross all lines. Okay, you're having a party and you play music. Does this mean you have to keep your garage doors wide open and blare the music out in the street to the point where others can hear it through closed windows and over whatever air conditioning and fans are running?)—we heard a crash from the other room. We thought Willow had knocked the baby gate over and that would mean she had also knocked over the floor lamp.

But all that was intact. Then I noticed that one of the cookbooks was on the floor.

Having failed to get out through all of the four bottom openings on the Expedit, Willow had started on the next row up, pushing cookbooks out of her way to get through. On the opposite side of the cookbooks there was a basket full of CDs containing computer software. It was that which had been pushed out and crashed to the floor.

James crated her for the rest of the night. We don't like to do that; the only time we want her to be crated is on trips or if we are doing something in the house we don't want her to get into because it might be dangerous. She should be able to get up and have a drink in the middle of the night, or even eat a little.

Short of putting some type of ugly barrier up against the Expedit, not sure what to do now. Wish I knew what was upsetting her; she's slept on her own for eight years now, and had no problems sleeping in the place she's in until two weeks ago. Can it actually be the Weimaraner? Saturday evening we were on the porch replacing the suet in the bird feeder and he was outside in the yard and from the deck Willow barked at him fiercely. Can she be so defiant one day and so frightened the next?

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