When I first got Melvin I crated him. Actually, he was crated in a room with the door to the room shut when I was gone. This was due solely to Max having run of the house, Max being old(er) and my feeling that Max did not need or want Melvin all up in his bizzy while I was gone. Of course the end goal was that Melvin would have full roam of
his the house. Two months later, Max crossed over the rainbow and I put Melvin’s crate away. After our fair share of separation anxiety training, he was living large with access to everything but the panty.
Does Melvin have the occasional accident in the house? Yes. I don’t care. Does he abuse my bed making efforts every single day. Yep. I let it go. Does he take things out of the bathroom trash, investigate them and leave them laying on the floor. Grody boy does indeed do this. I find it somewhat endearing. The custom pillows on the couch are his literal stomping ground. I can always replace those pillows. The odd thing about all of this is that I am a total neat freak. Like I might be certifiable. I have made my bed every day since I was a Freshman in high school.
Love does conquer all.
Yesterday I came out of the shower surprised to not see Melvin in my room. Until of course, I did see him. And yes, prior to this, the bed was made.