I dispensed with the crate for Beau last week. He's been mostly good, the first day, he ate a chunk off the cardboard cat scratcher that was hanging on the front door (and that the cat never used) and tore the loop that it hung from the knob by. I moved it to one side, and now the cat loves it. Go figure. And yesterday, I had to work a longer and different shift than I usually do at the market, and I guess he just couldn't hold it any more and peed in the bathroom. I give him credit, he was aiming for the cat's litter box, most went in, some on the floor that needed cleaning up.

We also took our first successful off-leash walk int he woods behind the house on Saturday. Thinly sliced hot dogs make excellent bribes/rewards!