My husband has been working on Gidget's whelping box all day(7 hours so far). No where near done. I told him it didn't need to be a piece of fine furniture.
When we moved here, we didn't think we would be living here very long (now, 11 years later) so we didn't worry about having a place for him to set up a workshop. Now, whenever he wants to build anything or work on anything, he has to move the cars out of the driveway and set up outside of the garage.
Hopefully she'll like it.
My husband figured out last night that she was not able to stretch out in the crate we were using in our room. Originally she seemed to like the bed with the rim around it to lay her head on. She was pretty antsy night before last and when we went to bed last night, she was sitting up panting. So we moved the crate from the family room into our bedroom (it's bigger) and just put a towel in there for a bed. She was thrilled and zonked right out and slept through to almost 5 am.
She has started telling me when she needs to go out. Previously I was taking her out before she needed to go but evidently I'm not doing it often enough for her all the time so she barks at me. My dog just goes and stands by the door and stares at me. Gidget comes over to me, looks right at me and barks, a sort of combo bark and howl. Not to be mistaken.
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