She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green.

Let’s talk about my whole world.  Murphy.

When I moved into my new place I knew there was going to be times that I had to leave him at home so I could go shopping or visits with friends.  I bought a camera so I could see how he is doing.
I thought he would just chill the fuck out while I wasn’t there, you know take a break from following me from room to room.  Nope, this fucker sits at the door and HOWLS.  He HOWLS.
When I get home, be it 30 minutes or 3 hours he YIPS at me.  He will yip until he finally grabs a toy and shoves it at my legs.
Now this is a problem because I have to go places and this guy is over here howling like he’s a monster truck pull.  Sitting by the front door with his nose pressed to the seam.  It’s so pathetic and sad I had to leave where I was last night and come home.

Soooooo I did something I never thought I would do. I bought a crate.  It’s the Holiday House of all crates.  He’s 11.5 pounds and this crate could have multiple floors and a butler.  This is a party crate that could fit a golden retriever.  I am hoping that it will help his nerves when I am not here.  There is nothing more I can do than become a damn hermit and stay home with him…which I am not going to lie is low key kinda a great idea, BUT I can’t.  The other day I had groceries delivered to avoid leaving him.
My neighbor is cool, but ehhhhhh, I just gotta figure it out.