We have a very bad dog. When we first moved up to our new house, Grace had a little bit of trouble adjusting to the new house. And she had a hard time adjusting to being in a giant kennel all day outside rather than being locked up in her crate inside. For some reason we thought this wouldn't be an issue. For the first few days that we left her outside in her giant kennel, she tried chewing the wood under the big wire walls and rubbed her nose raw on the wire. Then she started chewing on the wood door. We figured, like normal people, that she would not be able to do much legitimate damage on the door.
We were wrong. Like very very very wrong. We came home last Friday and were shocked when we saw a perfect Grace sized hole in the kennel door. Now, this would make sense if she had chewed a hole on the edge of the door. But no. Not my dog. She chewed a hole in the MIDDLE of the door, the perfect size for her to get through. I really wish we had a doggy cam in the kennel to see what she does all day.
And to think my mom and I were just talking about how she was really starting to adjust well to living on the ranch.