Bad dog! Or why we're getting new furniture

Amazingly, this story is not about Kaylee.

Those of you who know Cordy know that she's smart. And mostly, that's a good thing.

For those of you who don't know Cordy, she's a chow-chow German shepherd mix, and she's sharper than a box of tacks. She learns commands/tricks so fast that it's hard to keep up. My good guess would be that she knows 50-60 words/commands, and we could probably teach her as many more as we could come up with.

Sometimes, though, it's not a good thing that Cordy is so smart. Because that means she gets bored. And then she decides to check out the drawers and cupboards within her reach. And destroy stuff.

And when that gets dull, she decides to explore the liquor cabinet. I kid you not. She gnawed the top off a bottle of booze and it was empty when I came home to a very happy dog.

So she gets crated. And she hates that. So she gives herself a lick granuloma, basically a self-imposed open sore. Nasty.

We're an open storage house. We use baskets and such to store stuff. But not now. We went to the vet's and Cordy is now on amitriptyline to give her a chance to let whatever is bothering her to subside. We're also trying a new arthritis medicine to see if pain is the problem causing her misbehavior (she can't have most NSAIDs, so her arthritis is a continuing issue).

So. New storage as part of the behavior modification program. With drawers. And doors. And proper cupboards. And latches.

We bought our first piece today from SoBo - an enamel-topped kitchen cupboard for Spike's cage in the living room. It's white now, but we'll probably paint it in the not too distant future. We're still looking for three more pieces, and we have some ideas, but we're not rushing.

Sigh.

Silly dog.