Well hell. Crate training advice appreciated. I had to leave again for 3 hours this evening. This dog has apparently never been left alone. After the near-death experience with the Christmas tree full of glass ornaments this morning, I thought I could leave her in the bedroom tonight, just like last night. Oops. I came home to a shredded canvas tote bag (hanging on the back of the door) and millions of little paint flakes all over the floor, because she clawed through 70-80 years of lead paint and some of the wood on the door to try to get out. Will have to repaint the door. And I'm sure if I'd been gone like 6 hours, she would have gone all the way through the door. Her little paws are swollen and red and must be very sore. Tomorrow we go to a pet store for a new collar, a toy or ten to keep her busy, and a little poodle-sized crate. Chew your way out of THAT, girlfriend.
Took my first little diet pill. Am Alice on speed. Okay, Avesil. I only took one, instead of the recommended two, because I'm not used to caffeine, even, and I'm small. I could feel a bit of a hyperactive thing going on and am glad I started slow. Plus, I haven't really read about this as much as I'd like to. It's a bunch of herbs that speed up your metabolism and decrease your appetite. So I can sit in a chair from here to eternity and lose weight. And that's my plan. Okay, not really. I found an EVENING boot camp that is near my home and does not even cost any money. GET OUT! It's a little TGTBT. So I'll definitely have to check it out. Tomorrow. For now, exhausted New Dog with separatation anxiety and I have to get some rest. (I think I might be getting a cold. Uh-oh for the ski trip.)
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