We where lucky with Robbie. He was good as gold, but Loodles was a pain in the backside.

She chewed up some expencive and sentimental things which was the last straw for me.

First the dogs where shut in the kitchen when we where out which was how we discovered that she enjoyed playing with fruit and eating butter. Then she discovered that she could open the doors, so we put locks on them, she then broke them from constantly jumping at the doors. After she got out and chewed the first christmas pressent my partner ever got me, I demanded mum did something about it. She got a cage big enough for a St Bernard and started putting both the dogs in.

They both get shut in there at night and when we're out, and love it. Loodles can often be found cuddled up with one of our cats, Ellie in it during the day. There's plenty of room for them and it sure beats coming home to a distroyed house.