My Mom bought a black metal cage (bed) for me to go in when they go to work or places like that. I don't know where they go, they just go and sometimes they use the word work. She bought it for me because I was tinkling on my blankets, that she nicely left in in the kitchen where she penned me up when she went to work. I do not get soft blankets in the black kennel. I get a hard bone with my special recipe and a soft toy or a kong ... whatever she is in the mood for I guess.
I have been really good and have not tinkled in the kennel (there's no soft blankets in there to tinkle on Mom - duh!) but she has noticed small wet spots around the edges of the pan and on one corner of the towel or blanket she sets the cage on is wet (so it won't scratch the floor.) At first she thought maybe I was lifting my leg to pee out the corner but it does not smell like pee, Today she got a good look at the kennel and has determined I am CHEWING on the bars of the kennel, mostly in that one corner. The wet spots are my slobber.
So tonight she held me down and looked at my teeth and she saw little black specs on my teeth and what looks like a sore on my lip by my nose. My front teeth look worn down too.
Now my Mom is all worried and I think I have almost convinced her to take me with her wherever she goes.... just like the little teeny 8 week baby Maltese she saw at church today in a special bag. I could not fit in a little bag but I could sit in her lap and she could carry me I am sure. Maybe she could buy me a doggie stroller!! Or a front pack!!!!
Ugh! What is my Mom going to do. They call it seperation anxiety. Maybe Hershey will let me come live with him. His Mom is about to be home all the time taking care of a baby. I could keep Hershey company.
The bad prison kennel (bed)