Oh, what a monster I created. Sorry to everyone that gets in her way!
Pete, it seems, figured out Thursday night that she was no going on the dog show world tour with us this weekend. The pouting started early.
I came home to a detail of the carniage:
One roll of TP-tube pulled out of the center, shredded. Remaining roll, unrolled and trailed through the bedroom and master bath several times.
Two pee spots.
One chair, both arms chewed on.
David is so not happy and has told me that either she gets put in a crate for the entire weekend when we are gone or she has to go with us. Luck has it---I'm not going to any dog shows for a long time!
Later gators...
C
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