The Rottweiler has lost it.
She chewed through the metal kennel door and broke the padlocks that kept the door in place. There were jagged bars hanging from the door when I got home.
We remember the hot mess that happened the last time that she broke her kennel, so I couldn’t just hope that this was a one-time deal. After an appropriate amount of raging about the apartment, I threw the dogs in the car and went to Petsmart to buy a new steel-enforced KONG kennel. Harley was smushed with it in the backseat.
The next problem was deconstructing the ruined kennel. The kennel couldn’t fold properly because Gertrude disabled the padlocks lining the bottom. I had to beat and kick the kennel so it would fit through my bedroom door.
It took forever and my upstairs neighbor is convinced that I am a serial killer. The people at Petsmart also sold me a “calming collar” for the dog. It looks ridiculous and I don’t think it works. I’m convinced the Rottweiler is going to save me from a goblin or something someday to make all of this craziness worth it.
A big goblin.
With horns.
And jeggings.
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