Then came Abby, bless her heart, a six week old puppy thrown into our zoo, so wobbly she has been known to fall on her nose as she exits her crate in the morning. And, we are on a two hour "potty" schedule with her. (Much worse than either of my girls.) And, I say "we" - I did not have anything to do with this bundle of puppy joy, but am on the care and maintenance staff. And, she is high maintenance. Ellie's arrival was nothing compared to this. We had to puppy-proof the house. Everything remotely "chew-able" had to be removed to safe location. There are rags and rolls of paper towels located strategically to quickly clean up any little "accidents" that may occur. Luckily, at her current size, the gates are still effective.
Her crate and Ellie's are side by side. Unlike, Ellie, who has an automatic programmed feeder, Abby is fed in her crate. One morning, I put Abby's food in her bowl in the kitchen and was carrying it to her crate. She was jumping around in anticipation. She stood there at the door of her crate, and watched as I placed the bowl inside. I backed off. My fears we realized when she hopped in Ellie's crate and could not figure out how to get to her food. Oh, dear God, bless her heart, another one for the short bus.