I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Where is Wiggles?
Stella: Why do you want to know?
Me: Wiggles! Wiggles! I heard muffled barking when I was unloading groceries. But the barking has stopped. I know we didn’t leave her in the yard. Wiggles!
Miss Sweetie: I am simply sitting and staring.
Doodlebug: Me, too.
Me: Wiggles!
Stella: Tall Man is home. Maybe he can help.
Me: I can’t find Wiggles.
Tall Man: I’ll search outside.
Me: I’ve run all through the house. I’ll get in the car and drive around. How could she have gotten out? If she would just bark again…wait.
Stella: Now you’re thinking.
Me: Can’t possibly be…
Stella: Sure it is.
Me: Wiggles, how did you get back there?
Wiggles: It wasn’t all that hard for someone determined.
Me: I don’t believe it. I put up a wall and all kinds of obstacles to keep you out of the cat box area. How did you…There is that plastic wall, a bookcase, a piano bench. The cat carrier, a stack of cardboard boxes…
Tall Man: She must have moved the plastic wall.
Wiggles: I’m not revealing my secret.
Tall Man: Well, here is another heavy wooden box for a block.
Me: And couldn’t one of you all have given me a hint where she was?
Stella: Are we Wiggles’ keeper?
Wiggles: I barked because I got trapped and because there were no more cat snacks.
Me: Gross! Nasty!
Wiggles: There are wonderful treats the cat hides back there. Why do you all make them so hard to reach?
Me: Because they are not good for you! And I thought you were lost.
Wiggles: I’m sorry, Lady Human. That you were worried about me, not about raiding the cat box treats.
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Bulldoggy 
It’s amazing what they can get themselves through.
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