Hi LiteraryLark.

We had a dog once, my daughters` reject!! (Yorkshire Terrier called Peppi) We would leave the dog in the kitchen while me and the miss`us would go to work every morning. When on arrival back to the house several hours` later, the kitchen looked like a war-zone There was the dogs` bed destroyed (Fluff and stuffing everywhere) Chewed up paper out of the bin all over the place, puddles` of piss mixed in with the paper, and to top it all off Peppi had diarrhea mattered all over her. And the dog would be the corner looking at me with those HUSH PUPPY EYES`