Pipp
Well-Known Member
This isn't a great pic, sorry, but this is the top of Mike's pen, which is two panels by four panels long. It's two panels high, but its on a platform with wheels, so its farther to the ground.
I have the top covered with the exception of a partially open panel just big enough to put his small plate and pellet bowl in it without opening the gate.
The opening ends up measuring in at about 2/3 of a panel deep by 3/4 wide. Not sure what that is in inches, but its not very big.
Mike is a Flemish Giant probably close to 15 lbs.
He's normally quite happy to stay in his home, he's been locked up in it all day and even for two days without consequence. He gets bored, upset or excited, when he's not getting his turn or treats were around, rattles the door, stretches through the hole, but that's it.
But. If it's salad time and I walk past him with Sherry and Marvin's salad, then leave the room to deliver Mister and Darry's, it's a different story.
I hear a 'plop' and Mike appears at my feet with that 'Hey!!! Where's mine?!' expression on his face, apparently after an effortless exit.
sas :huh onder: