When I picked up my angels yesterday, the kennel lady informed me that right after I'd left them, Izzy had chewed up her harness. I'd told the lady that it didn't matter if she left it on for a while because Izzy had never been reported to chew on it. But apparently in the short time she was left outside to get accustomed to the place, she had a chewing party.
I think I can recover enough of it to make it work. I could afford to buy a new one, but what's the point? It's not like it's Dog Bling.
I have to confess that when I picked her up, her first tail wags were for Zack (the little dog), not me. But mine came later--sigh!
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