Mom and Dad were using this bar stool to keep me in the living room. It worked great until I figured out I could climb through it.
This is my favorite stand to crawl through. I do this over and over all day. Sometimes I try to go out the side by the chair. Then I get stuck and squeel until someone saves me.
Mom had to lower my walker all the way down because I kept trying to crawl under it and would always get stuck.
Apparently I think I can crawl through the side even when it is standing up! And this isn't the last time I did this!
As a result of my climbing, I've received my first bruised eye. Mom was loading the dishwasher and I thought I could help. So I tried to climb up on the door. Unfortunately I slipped in the process, fell and smacked my face on the edge of the door. Ouch!!
