Throwing a duvet cover over an airer caught a couple of things on the table behind. This resulted in a violent hissing noise. Throwing the airer to one side, I could see that I’d knocked over my soup machine, which not only took a can of fly spray with it, but landed on it.
The crate I bought turned out to be a minor disaster. It is a nice piece of furniture, and seemed comfy inside. Unfortunately, she was nervous and ended up peeing and pooing on the first night.
It usually lives in the middle of the room as a footrest and place to put a tray of tea things. Then it gets moved to the side as a convenient seat if I have bags of people round for gaming.
Over the last three days, she has been running in and out of the open door, but still ignoring it when closed.
But there is another side of this.
I know that this is over the top, but worrying about dropping a chocolate having the dog gobble it up, or otherwise letting the dog consume it, it was easier to simply not have it around.
That isn’t because she is destroying them, more poor choices on my part.
“Chris, Chris, Chris…”
I decided that I wanted to do that by this year, given that I was turning 60 and supposedly slowing down a bit.