Harlow and I slept in a bit which was very nice and the morning was typical, the weather outside mild.
I left around 10 for a photo shoot which was followed by a massage appointment (one I was in serious need of because of my recent workload at BU).
I returned around 3PM to find this...
She had somehow managed to rip apart the very hard plastic tray in the bottom of her crate. I didn't yell. I was almost impressed. Relieved that she hadn't somehow hurt herself. I wondered if this was anxiety related or just boredom? Neither were very good options but since I was quite confident a Gremlin hadn't into my home and done this, it was at least one or the other. And a clear sign that whatever inspired her to do this, it will likely happen again. I plan on getting a replacement tray and spraying it's edges with bitter apple to deter any future redesign attempts.
I had hoped to puppy-proof the kitchen so she could be a bit more free when I left the house. 'Guess that's not happening for a while. I can't fathom what she'd do to my new cabinets!
I didn't punish her but I did grumble as I cleaned up her mess. Making it clear by not paying much attention to her that I wasn't happy about what she'd just done.
The afternoon passed and we were outside for a lot of it, cleaning leaves...
Harlow supervised.
In the evening, we had fun playing the Ring the bell not because I have to pee or poop but because I wanna go outsiiiiiiiide! game.
I hate that game.
Except I've met this creature, and I can totally believe it.
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