We normally don't put the dog in the cage when we leave. Which hasn't been a problem.
Tonight
after work we ran to the grocery store, and came home to a [brand new!]
box of tissues strewn everywhere, treats open, sunglasses broken, a
banana peel on the floor (I keep telling Chris he needs to clean up
after himself), and several puddles of pee. And that's just what we
found. No telling what other random destruction we will come across.
Needless to say, I am not pleased.
That's a solid strike one, dog.
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