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To make a long story *semi* short....I left Sunday on an overnight trip. I called a friend of mine that night to check on Max (she came over after work to spend the night with him). She said everything was fine but Max had (a) crawled up onto my desk and (b) knocked off plants, etc. and my office was trashed. Max is 6-7 inches tall and weighs a little under 5 pounds. Even if he could get on the desk, it would be impossible (?) for him to reach the window. I thought she was nuts but told her to close the door (there was broken glass and he kept trying to get in) and I would deal with it when I got home.

Monday I returned home to find the carnage and culprit in the photos. To make things more interesting, the culprit was still alive. After my initial coronary, I decided to open the windows and let him leave on his own. He didn't budge until chased from the window with a broom to a hiding place of his choosing behind my entertainment center. At this point, I closed the door and went up to the living room to regroup. Moments later, I hear a ruckus. Max had pushed the door open and was going after the culprit with everything he had. After many back and forth chases he temporarily caught it. The culprit then got away and jumped up to an open window at which point he was shoved out with the broom by me. Max continued to look for him the rest of the night. Which leads me to a quote from the Dog Breed Info page featuring Yorkies....



So true!!