They feel the need to take me for rides in the truck (thanks but the car is no better) Daddog has spread an elaborate mixture of towels and tarps to capture any type of MASS that I may feel like bringing forth…I am proud of him ..so far he batting about 700..( baseball ref.). the 300 is where I excel….We had to stop at 2 different trash cans to rid the back seat of treasure. I was brought back Home.(Momdog forgot her White Elephant ID) and placed in the garage.. had my Bed ,toys ,water I was empty.. safe in the garage… Remember I said I was very good at opening doors… well the garage (man door) door into the house.. has a handle that is easy. and the door opens in..so. when Daddog returned from taking Momdog, I was in the kitchen.. munching on my plumbing pipe.. I’m pretty sure the sound he made was a laugh.. he called me a Weasel… only thing that saves my butt is …Momdog thinks I’m cute