Ah, there’s nothing like coming home from a long day at work to find a $25 dollar bottle of Pinot Noir bleeding to death on your hardwood floor. My dastardly duo of 2 year old cats must be trying to tell me to lay off the drink. What the picture doesn’t show is the trail of wine and glass from the kitchen, through the living room and to the front door, and the puddle of wine-vomit in the basement. Sorry cats, you can’t handle? You can’t have.
We tried to confine the dog because it kept peeing on our carpet. Apparently he has claustrophobia. This was during a time where he was left alone in the crate for about 3 hours. Yeah, the crate is acutally bent (the dog’s only about 45 lbs). The striped thing is a shower curtain we put underneath the crate, which he pulled through before escaping, and pissing all over the house.