I have this gate to protect the 'new' hardwood floor we had put in the front living room a few years back. Of course, nothing keeps Tasha out. She is back and forth through the middle, wider gap all day long. Sometimes, for whatever reason, she decides she is "stuck in jail" and insists one of us go open the gate to let her out of that room and back in to the kitchen.
She can whine and whimper for ages!
This is Willy
Wish this wasn't so shaky, it is a nice pic of Willy.
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