She's in the bathtub now.

Going to the store today, squirt gun and bandaids.

As for toys I got around 20 laying around - string balls, mouse on a string, squeaky toys. The one she likes is the carrot. However, the stores are sold out. Only lasts around 4 days.

Different story,

Had a dog named Darth. Great dog.

However, he was a sure dog was a chewer. All wooden legs to a pencil point.

This was when I was working. He was alone for 8 hours. He was bored. I then started dropping him off at my mothers. I have my mother name all my pets. That way I can make her feel guilty, "Mom, you can't say no. After all you named him." The dog started on her furniture. Her home was much bigger and set up differently than mine. We gated him in the kitchen. Nothing to chew when my mother was out. It just happened this way. I am talking to Darth as if he understood me. I'm come home to pick up Darth and he is gated in the kitchen. I say to Darth, "You have to stop chewing everything in site or I will have to bring you back to the shelter.". Then I decided to go to the store. I was gone for 20 minutes. I come back and because he had nothing to chew he decided it would be fun to pull the floor tile off the kitchen floor. I was so damn mad I tossed him in the car and brought him back to the shelter. That was a Friday. I felt so bad over the weekend that Monday morning I went to the shelter and readopted him. Had a sign on his gate reason it was returned: Chews furniture.

The shelter reminded me that they were not a hotel. That I couldn't bring the dog back everytime I get mad.

I had him to the vet and I asked the vet if he had any ideas. He recommended bringing the dog to dog obedience school. I thought I would give it a try. Darth and I went for 5 weeks. Darth did well. He was following the rules (with limits. What I found was Darth didn't need training, I did.

One of my mother's friends suggested a cage (crate). At the time my thinking it was wrong to put a pet in a cage. Never considered it. But, what else could I do. I got an oversize cage. Little did I know. His previous owner must have trained him for a cage. He loved it. I'd say, "Darth go to bed." and off he would go. If he was bored you would find him in the cage. I bought one for my place I never had to shut the door. I'd say, "Go to bed" and I went to bed.

Within a year he grew out of the chewing stage. The cage went away.

People always wondered why my kitchen chairs were at different heights. I would cut the pencil points off.

That was the only problem I had with Darth.

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I'm not very good at the training part. I get to frustrated quickly.