So my dog has access to the house when I'm at work. It is just one way I decided to deal with potential separation anxiety and nuisance behaviour that could result from that.
But it definitely comes at a price. Especially because I am one of the most scatterbrained people on the planet! I do try to remember to do the rounds ro remove stuff from benches and tables before I leave and close the bedroom and bathroom door. But I am often in such a hurry in the morning that I might forget to do one or all of those things.
So I sometimes come home to complete carnage.
Some of the things that I've found so far are:
- shredded new box of tissues. Twice in one week!
- pack of toilet paper with holes in it. I am now using partially shredded toilet paper as it was my last pack and it was still clean.
- a whole loaf of sliced bread spread over the kitchen floor. I doubt she even ate any.
- the back of my slipper chewed off. No big deal, I can still wear it.
- a big stuffed toy rabbit with its head torn off and the filling all over the lawn
- couple of other toys - fortunately not many so far
- chewed up wooden incence burner
- and the other day she managed to find 2 big packs of thin chew sticks and ripped them open. As well as 2 bigger chews. No idea where she got them from - I had looked for them for ages myself! Possibly from the hall cupboard that was left open.
- Lots of ripped up paper and cardboard stuff - pretty much always.
It could have been a LOT worse. I remembered I forgot to close the bedroom door when I was already at work yesterday. The first thing I checked was that I was indeed wearing my expensive European boots! If she ever touches those, I would have a stroke, I think. All the other stuff, meh. At least it's always exciting to open that door and not know what I'll find. And on those days that the loungeroom floor is not completely covered with rubbish, I feel very proud of her.
I'm sure she'll grow out of it eventually and I put up with it because I love her and want to do what's best for her.