Two nights ago, she was in my office, chewing on a hoof. I kept glancing at her and she was in the exact same place every time.
However, a few minutes later, I noticed there was some trash on the floor that was new. She’d puppied an old CPAP mask. But managed to be in the same spot, chewing hoof every time I looked. When I said something about it, I could tell — she was saying "not me, mom, I’ve been chewing the same thing in the same place all evening".
Last night, she figured out how to trick Maggie into the living room cage. I keep one there for when she gets too much, tuck her in with a chewie. Now remember, Maggie isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and is a few fries short of a Happy Meal.
At first, she just led Maggie in. After a few reps of Maggie popping out of the cage, Dulce turned around and pushed the door shut. That didn’t work, so Dulce started leaning against the cage door.
Evil pup.