My dad used to tell me when I was a kid that I wasn't allowed to date until I was 30.
In the same vein, Stella isn't getting another crate pad until she's at least 5. Here's what I came home to after leaving her in her crate for the afternoon while I was at work:
She was SO proud of herself. All wiggly and excited, tail wagging, and if she could talk she would have said, "HEY! Check out the cool thing I did while you were gone! Let's chew on some foam together!"
Hmmmmm, let's NOT!
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