So – went I went to the gym yesertday I thought:
I know. I'll try a little experiment.
Scrumpy is nearly two now and not a scatty puppy any more.
While we always put her in her crate when we go out, maybe the time has come to see if we can upgrade her in-home experience.
We may have been too cautious with her and she's bound to have improved tons since she was a chewer of everything.
Perhaps she can now be trusted to be left on her own, so she has the run of the house, while I am out.
I'll only be gone for an hour and a bit – she'll probably doze on her bed and it'll be nice for her to come to the door to greet me when I get back…
WHAT A BLOODY MUG I AM
See said evidence below. One pair of only-had-since-birthday silver Havaiana flipflops, in a design I love that seems to not be available any more. Left on the doormat as a love gift and totally un-mendable.
Dog. Crate. Not trying that again. Grumpy Mummy.
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Those were from me! That dog is in serious shit when I come home with Granny. Grumpy Scrumpy could well turn into Lumpy Bumpy if she doesn’t hide in her crate.