I don't know what Bosco's puppyhood was like since he didn't showed up at our home until he was a year old. I do know he hates cages and he doesn't let any doors stop him from going where he wants to go. I have since stopped shutting doors thinking that I can contain him to a few rooms downstairs when I leave for the day.
Yesterday he had surgery to repair a torn ACL. The veterinarian told me that they would need to keep him overnight. Later I got a call from the veterinarian clinic asking if I could come immediately and pick up Bosco. He had escaped twice from his cage and was found wandering around the clinic.
The first time he escaped it was assumed the cage had accidentally been left open. The second time they realized that he was a really smart dog.
While the veterinarian tech was talking to me on the phone I told her I wasn't surprised because he can open doors. " He opens doors? said the veterinarian tech. I put him in the back office and I think I hear him opening the door."
How a dog with a cone around his head, doped up on drugs and one incapacitated leg manages these feats is not known. Although, we never knew how Houdini did it either.