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I'm getting tempted to put him back out on the street where he came from. Or to not let him in the garage anymore and to leave him outside, no matter if it's cold or raining.
He keeps finding a new way to get out of the enclosure. Each time I make it so that he can't get out one way, he then finds another way. Today when I came home, he was sitting all angelic-like in the enclosure. I took him outside to relieve himself, then put him back in. After driving my car into the garage, I became suspicious. Sure enough, he had chewed through one of the cardboard pieces, and had made himself a hole thru which he could get in and out. He had even chewed completely through a round plastic-clad telephone cable with which I had used to tie down the cardboard! And he's been chewing on one of Bro's bags, breaking the zippers.
I get out of work relatively on time, but then have to spend my time cleaning up dogshit and urine. Not once has he shit on the fucking paper.
He keeps finding a new way to get out of the enclosure. Each time I make it so that he can't get out one way, he then finds another way. Today when I came home, he was sitting all angelic-like in the enclosure. I took him outside to relieve himself, then put him back in. After driving my car into the garage, I became suspicious. Sure enough, he had chewed through one of the cardboard pieces, and had made himself a hole thru which he could get in and out. He had even chewed completely through a round plastic-clad telephone cable with which I had used to tie down the cardboard! And he's been chewing on one of Bro's bags, breaking the zippers.
I get out of work relatively on time, but then have to spend my time cleaning up dogshit and urine. Not once has he shit on the fucking paper.