Sunday morning and the day before we were both due to go back to work. I decided to make pastry and mince pies for the freezer. Of course Hippie jumped up but only twice and after two squirts from my water spray just lay on the floor and watched me cook, moving out of my way as and when necessary. Success ? but short lived.
Later that day we tied all the doors together, put the radio on for company and went out for two hours.
When we got back she had bitten through the flex on the lamp in the hall, urinated and defecated on the carpet then tried to dig the carpet up to get into my daughter?s bedroom. We cleaned it up, threw out the lamp and panicked about what might happen the next day. Separation anxiety? I think we found out what it can mean…. but, there was worse to come…..