Alayne and I had just gotten up from the dinner table the other evening when we saw blind Callie start climbing into the toy box in the living room. Now, this was something we had never seen a dog do before. And for good reason. For starters, it's hard to climb into, with high metal sides that bend outwards from the base. It's even more insurmountable (or so we thought) for a short-legger like Callie, because the box is quite a bit taller than she is.
But as we stood there watching, puzzled, she continued to maneuver her way into it, first with her front paws on the rim and then pulling herself up over the edge and into it. We wondered what she was doing, and then it occurred to us she must have momentarily become confused and thought it was a bed. Callie isn't into toys, so we knew she wasn't doing this to get a favorite plaything. Frankly, neither one of us thought she could actually hoist herself all the way into it, and moreover, we figured she would suddenly realize what it was and quit midway.
We were wrong.
Over the top she went!
I zoomed into the office to get the camera.
As soon as she landed inside the toy box, she realized her mistake. She instantly had this odd look on her face. "Oops! This isn't what I thought it was!"
She milled around on top of the toys, determined where her four corners were and the size of the box, and confirmed her navigation error. We could see the Dachshund version of a worried, furrowed brow develop on her face. "Dang. How embarrassing. Definitely not a bed." I don't think it helped that she knew we were standing there watching her.
Now she turned her attention to trying to get out of the toy box.
Not wanting to prolong her embarrassment, and not wanting to have her jump out of the box, Alayne scooped her up and set her on the floor. Mustering as much dignity as she could, Callie waddled off in search of the real thing.
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