Home Alone, THE DANGEROUS KIND!

In July 2004, we drove our great dane to Tupelo, MS to be resold to original owners. Jasamine was recovering from me, Mom, running over her with the Expedition. (She miraculously lived w/o broken bones!) We left Jasamine in the laundry room due to her coming home from surgery, having stitches, and a drain tube in one shoulder. Jasamine was not a happy camper being HOME ALONE. She destroyed my laundry room, and she is now known as "Jasamine, The Destroyer" . When we got home, looking from the kitchen I could see dogfood under the door of the laundry room. This was not a good sign. Steve came with me to check on her, but the door was jammed. We put our weight on the door to open it and the door opened about 4 - 5 inches. It was a nightmare. She pulled things down from places my kids couldn't reach. Things on the floor were my Tide detergent (which was located on top of the washing machine), the iron upside down (dripping water), all my art projects, feather boas, ripped 50 lb. bag of dogfood, books, etc. My clutter that I kept so tidy in the laundry room was in one pile on the floor. Jasamine was sitting in an area about 18 inches in diameter, of course, wagging her tail like nothing happened.