LisaRN
New member
My husband and I were in the living room.. Chester had his toy and was standing in the kitchen and he would NOT come into the living room. My husband was calling him and calling him and he would NOT budge. The only thing between the kitchen and the living room is my front closet and a pie safe. So, my husband went out into the kitchen and saw the culprit - there was a sweatshirt sleeve caught and sticking out of the closet door. Goodness knows we wouldn't want the bad sweatshirt sleeve to get poor Chessie! 
