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Thursday, June 24, 2004

In a cage

So Aaron and I were at a loss on what to do about Chaya. After she was spayed, she started having accidents everywhere and it was like we had to train her all over again. Where she would never have an accident in her cage, she would now, and then make a mess everywhere with it. And at night she sleeps in the room with us and is totally fine. So we put her in there for a day. Great. No accidents. BUT, the room was torn up. So we decided she was trying to tell us she wanted to be a big girl and left out during the day. So, we went a bought a pet gate and let her have the office and put the cage up at the door. But, Chaya has learned a new trick. And if she could talk, this is what she would say:

Yesterday as we entered the house, Chaya greeted us at the door....

Chaya: "Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" (tail waving so feverously that her whole body shook)

Us: "What are you doing out of the office!?" (Scanning the mud room to assess the damages.

Chaya: "Oh, I got bored in there after a while so I decided to pee and then jump the gate."

Chaya: "It's actually great because I've decided the office can be my bathroom now!"

Us: "No, that's not quite how it works..." (Me picking up the dryer lint all over that Chaya somehow retrieved from the garbage)

Us: "Who taught you to jump the gate anyways?"

Chaya: "The cat. She comes and visits me all the time in the office so I thought I'd go pay her a visit."

Chaya: "Oh by the way mom, I totally found all of YOUR shoes and worked on them for you. They were in that basket you would have put in the closet had you known I would have gotten out of the office"

Me: "What?" (Running trying to look for shoes which I found in the bedroom. Black sandals-ruined, brown sandals-ruined.)

Chaya: "See? I took care of them for you, no need to thank me, just give me a treat."

I now have three new pairs of sandals. But it doesn't mean I'm ok with her eating my most comfortable pairs of shoes. It just softens the blow.


  • At 11:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Nice bright side!!

  • At 2:00 PM, Blogger Dazed said…

    Our 2nd dog that we rescued last August has been a handful ever since we got him. I think he suffers from anxiety as soon as we leave the house. At first we would put a gate up so he would have to stay in the kitchen. He ate a loaf of bread, jumped the gates, seemingly played trampoline on the couches and chewed up a pillow. Then we moved him to the basement during the day while we were gone. We had to make sure EVERYTHING was out of site/reach to him. He did ok down there until winter and it got too cold, so we've moved him to the spare bedroom. (our other dog has rule of the whole house, but all he does is lay on the couch and watch animal planet). The first day we came home he had 3 of my hair brushes chewed up (wire one too, ouchy) and a pair of panty hose (dont know how he got into the dresser) and he had his way with a rug. Ugh! So now, he still is in the bedroom, but I have to make sure there is nothing in there but some tennis balls and toys. He can leap the gate so we hook it high enough that he cant squeeze under it and too high to jump it. For awhile we had 2 gates hooked in the doorway. He is a perfect angel for us when we're at home though, he just has bad anxiety...ah pound puppies, their so needy! Good luck with Chaya, sounds like he needs a stern talking to!!!

  • At 4:14 PM, Blogger Chez said…

    I'm laughing so hard, not at you of course, but with you. I can't tell you how many times I've been in your chewed-by-a-dog shoes.

    We had problems with our dog after she was spayed but things were back to normal after about a month. Maybe check with your vet about the problems? How long has it been since she was spayed?

  • At 5:25 PM, Blogger Shannin said…

    We had Baja for about 5 months before we adopted Jager. I tried putting her in a crate and Baja in the kitchen, but that didn't work. I then put her in the laundry room with a baby gate between that and the kitchen and Baja in the kitchen with baby gates up. I went home at lunch the first day I left them like that, and as I was pulling into the driveway, I noticed two dog heads in the window seat. They had only attacked a basket. Don was in NYC covering the NFL draft, and I sent him an e-mail with the following in the subject line: "Who Let The Dogs Out?"
    It does get easier. In the end, we had to keep them in the kitchen togther, but with gentle leaders on (head halters). We learned this trick after they did about $500.00 worth of damage to the kitchen.


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