Another way in which we've been less than exemplary 'dog parents' was a night, after Ally was gone, when we had thunder. Cassie was up, upset, and barking. We wanted to get back to sleep, so we moved her to the hallway outside the guest bathroom -- at the other side of the house. We went back to sleep. And in the morning, we found that she'd torn up some of the carpet with her teeth, anxious to get out. And her mouth was bloody from doing so.
A confession about being a less than good dog parent...
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