"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
Post by iammalcolmx on Sept 16, 2014 15:40:56 GMT -5
We had to crate my dog until she was 5. Her separation anxiety was a mess. Once I stayed home for the day, she forgot I was home, and when H closed the door to leave I heard that little bitch taking the books off of the shelves. I went downstairs and asked her what she was doing, she didn't care to discuss it.
We had to crate my dog until she was 5. Her separation anxiety was a mess. Once I stayed home for the day, she forgot I was home, and when H closed the door to leave I heard that little bitch taking the books off of the shelves. I went downstairs and asked her what she was doing, she didn't care to discuss it.
I sincerely doubt we will ever NOT be able to crate Jax when we're not home. He's a bad seed.
"Not gonna lie; I kind of keep expecting you to post one day that you threw down on someone who clearly had no idea that today was NOT THEIR DAY." ~dontcallmeshirley
We had to crate my dog until she was 5. Her separation anxiety was a mess. Once I stayed home for the day, she forgot I was home, and when H closed the door to leave I heard that little bitch taking the books off of the shelves. I went downstairs and asked her what she was doing, she didn't care to discuss it.
We've moved, but haven't completely made the transition, and our dog's separation anxiety has gone through the roof. He HATES the new place. We will not be getting our security deposit back. He has scratched the door to hell and back, and messed up the blinds. Anything paper or plastic left on the floor was completely shredded.
We decided he would have to go back in his crate, which he hadn't done in years. I thought I would cover it and make it den like. This is what I came home too.
We had to crate my dog until she was 5. Her separation anxiety was a mess. Once I stayed home for the day, she forgot I was home, and when H closed the door to leave I heard that little bitch taking the books off of the shelves. I went downstairs and asked her what she was doing, she didn't care to discuss it.
He stays in the laundry room when we're not home. And now, I guess, when I eat lunch.