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Yeah, cute dog, right? WRONG. WRONG.
MALTY IS A FORCE OF DESTRUCTION.
I put him in my closet, thinking, "this is like a crate, only a lot bigger and softer. I should be able to go watch a movie now, and he should be able to chill."
NO. NOT TRUE.
LOOK AT HIM. HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID.
But then I thought, "gee, I guess maybe giving him the whole house might be nicer, since it's kind of like not being trapped in a cave."
WRONG. WRONG AGAIN, MOTH.
MALTY IS A FORCE OF DESTRUCTION.
So he pretty much freaks out if you leave him alone for 6 hours, I guess. That probably has something to do with his having been abandoned, but whatever. It wasn't me who did that crap. Argh. I could get him a crate, and then he'd just freak out worse, but wouldn't do property damage.
So I need to pay someone to stay home all day from now on, or something.
Spaniel insecurity. Massive lab body.
MALTY IS A FORCE OF DESTRUCTION.
I'm making a whole LJ tag out of it now. I guess I'm a pessimist.