I peed on the kitchen trash can (and I just went for a walk).
The highlight of this escapade was that Richie looked me right in the eyes as he did it. I suppose it’s my own fault for a) not believing that’s what he was actually about to do, and b) having a kitchen trash can for him to pee on.
My little long haired mini doxie, Chloe, dug a hole under the fence and went after one of our free range chickens. The chicken ran away and hid under the camper where it promptly died from fright!! Crazy girl.
We only went out for an hour, and left Phoenix in the back yard with a yummy fresh bone. When we returned, the screen door had a dog-sized hole in it and there were 12 poppyseed muffins missing from the big ziplock bag. Within an hour, phoenix was gassing us out of the house.