I walked in the front door last week to find Stanze, our German Shepherd and all the kitties walking through this:
The broken pieces were spead all over the kitchen floor.
After banishing my startled welcome home committee, I immediately grabbed the broom.
An innocent mousie toy had to be sacrificed in the name of safety.
It was fairly obvious whose handy work this belong to.
What do we do now?
This was a start, but on three sets of cabinets it was a bit of a nightmare.
A couple nights ago, I had untied one set of doors while I was making dinner. Even though they were closed, when I popped into the bedroom for a moment, I came back to hear Snafu crawling through the cabinets behind the closed and bungied doors. He pried open the one untied door and jumped in to make his way through. He was so proud, he chirped and chirped quite merrily while crawling over plates, glasses and mugs.
So then DP did this:
So no more this...
Let's keep our paws crossed!