Escape artist. The doggie door has apparently become the kiddie door, at least as far as Sawyer is concerned. He loves to go out back and walk on the paving stones we put down for Buster's path between his room and the deck (the one that got our house muddy every single time it rained). What's worse, the kid has learned how to open the door to Buster's room just for this reason, the door that still has the child safety knob on it. Now, how much longer before he figures out he can do the same thing to the pantry, where the suckers are kept?