I went home for lunch yesterday, and let the dogs out to do their business, which they both did. Made sure the crates were together to make a barrier, so as not to get into the main part of the kitchen. Which is where I put the trash, since I don't have a garage, and someone stole my outside trash can. Well trash day was today, so I put ALL the trash in the main part of the kitchen, behind the barrier. When I went home after work yesterday, the first thing I noticed was a cheese wrapper on the floor, so my first thought was that they had gotten into the refrigerator. No...they had gotten through the barrier and got into the trash. ALL of the trash was strewn through the kitchen, and the bathroom, and part of the dining room. When I say ALL of the trash this is what it included:
***the used kitty litter bag - ripped, so the dirty litter was EVERYWHERE
****rotten food from cleaning out the refrigerator the night before
The litter was the worst part, and of course, the ROTTEN food.
Then on top of all that, they had vomited, and pooped (diarrhea) in this mess, and on the dining room carpet. AND then on top of this, I had used the last of my trash bags, so I didn't have a one, and they had ripped and shredded the ones I had used. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. I didn't even know where to start, so I just kept walking from mess to mess muttering to myself.
The dogs knew something was amiss...probably because as soon as I went into the kitchen I let out a piercing scream.
The first thing I did (after gathering my wits) was put them in their crates, and headed to the nearest gas station and bought trash bags. Went home and started cleaning, and scrubbing. I got everything cleaned finally around 9:00pm (started at 5:30pm), but had a massive headache all night.
In conclusion, I am going to start doing heavy duty crate training on Reilly. Mabel is already crate trained, so this won't be a problem. In case anyone is wondering why I haven't already worked with Reilly...I have. He has destroyed two (expensive) crates (wire, and fiberglass crates) already while training. The crate I have now for him has to have the door held in place by heavy duty hauling rope. I have to admit though, that through all this they still made laugh once or twice, but they're still lucky they're so cute, otherwise I might've just turned around and never came back, which is what I really wanted to do.
***the used kitty litter bag - ripped, so the dirty litter was EVERYWHERE
****rotten food from cleaning out the refrigerator the night before
The litter was the worst part, and of course, the ROTTEN food.
Then on top of all that, they had vomited, and pooped (diarrhea) in this mess, and on the dining room carpet. AND then on top of this, I had used the last of my trash bags, so I didn't have a one, and they had ripped and shredded the ones I had used. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. I didn't even know where to start, so I just kept walking from mess to mess muttering to myself.
The dogs knew something was amiss...probably because as soon as I went into the kitchen I let out a piercing scream.
The first thing I did (after gathering my wits) was put them in their crates, and headed to the nearest gas station and bought trash bags. Went home and started cleaning, and scrubbing. I got everything cleaned finally around 9:00pm (started at 5:30pm), but had a massive headache all night.
In conclusion, I am going to start doing heavy duty crate training on Reilly. Mabel is already crate trained, so this won't be a problem. In case anyone is wondering why I haven't already worked with Reilly...I have. He has destroyed two (expensive) crates (wire, and fiberglass crates) already while training. The crate I have now for him has to have the door held in place by heavy duty hauling rope. I have to admit though, that through all this they still made laugh once or twice, but they're still lucky they're so cute, otherwise I might've just turned around and never came back, which is what I really wanted to do.
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We started crate training the minute she came into our lives at 6 weeks. Now granted there are times when she cries and howls, for instance, when company is over or if we are doing something that she thinks she needs to be involved in. But we are firm (and it's hard) and try not to make a big thing of it. But I believe the crate is better for our sanity and her safety as well as our homes! LOL :D