OK, so the Thundershirt lasted exactly one week.
Charlie managed the chew through the chest trap, turning it into a useless doggie tubetop. Desperation kicked in, and I thought I could salvage the destruction. I pullled the chest strap tighter, just barely fastening the gnawed remnants of velcro together. Part swaddling/part straightjacket, the shirt is designed to alleviate doggie stress. Sadly, it was no defense against Charlie’s anxiety. I’m sure it didn’t take much to pop the chest strap open once we left for Eastern Market.
The good news is that Charlie was so busy chewing his Thundershirt that it didn’t even occur to him to chew on the window sill.
Good dog. Right?
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