Lizzy has never been fond of her kennel, so we put her in
our room and shut the door at night.
Never a mishap besides a bare patch or two of carpet from excessive
licking. One morning I couldn’t find my
glasses on the nightstand….or on the floor thinking they’d been knocked
off. I found them across the room, minus
the lenses, in a tangled mess of plastic.
The lenses were found later with scratches not due to ordinary wear, if
you know what I mean. After several
expletives and “We’re getting rid of you, dog”, I calmed down and found my
backup pair. I must mention I am not
fond of my backup frames and the lenses are not quite the right
prescription. Now I have a new pair with
some bling! And now she gets locked in
her kennel at night. You literately have
to carry her to the door, but she will walk in.
And the whining now is only when she has to go out….not all night
long.
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