Mom and Dad have finally figured out that I'm much happier out of my crate while I'm alone. I guess they were worried that I might gnaw on furniture, drink cleaning products, chew on electrical cords, and pee on their bed (granted, I might have done that about 6 months ago, but I'm past that stage now).
After I escaped from my crate and was perfectly fine, I think they realized that I might do ok. So this week they started leaving me alone out of my crate for a few hours at a time, and I've done really well so far. And I'm not nearly as freaked out when they get home, either.
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