Chewie's gotten out a few times, but the scariest time he didn't actually get out! In the house I was living in then, I had a big fenced backyard with a couple small holes and a porch off the back door. I turned my back for just a second, and he disappeared! Of course, it was about 10*F, and well after dark. My folks and I scoured the neighborhood for well over an hour, following footprints in the snow (which turned out to be a cat), and just panicking in general. We'd all gathered back at the house for a breather, and here he comes, traipsing out of the backyard, just happy as a clam. He never got out of the fence at all! He crawled waaaaaay under the porch (and I think probably under the house a ways too). I don't know what he got into, because he STUNK, but he was warm and dry and totally oblivious to the panic he'd caused! Little turkeybutt...
He went out on a leash until it warmed up, and then some rabbit wire around the porch solved THAT problem!
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Kristal and Chewie, my favorite mini-Wookiee |