Last night we went over for a birthday. While we were there, they asked my husband to take a look at some damage that had occurred in their guest room over the weekend because of their dog. Lots of damage to the carpet and a hole in the wall. Sounded just like naughty dog stuff to me.
Nope.
Seems they had been out of town on a long weekend to the beach and had locked him in there. No food. No water. No where else to go to the bathroom other than the floor. For 3 days.
And then they proceeded to treat it with the same anger towards the animal we have when the Hound destroyed something. Like it was his fault and he was doing more than just trying to survive.
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