Prison

 Since returning from Utah in July, Mira has been having some serious anxiety.  Major.  In fact, it was so bad, we took her to the vet and got her a prescription for meds.  Pacing, panting, scratching at the carpet, an occasional bark sesh, and just staring into a corner, night after night was really scaring us.  Since Randy was always the one that heard her and took care of her during the night, he began looking for a large dog crate to get, to contain her to one spot if needed.  She has never, not once, spent a night in a crate while living with us.  I was worried THAT would cause her to have anxiety.

I got a call this morning, asking if I'd help Randy bring a crate in the house that he'd purchased that morning on Facebook Marketplace.  "Now, it's much bigger than it looked online.  We'll try it for a while, and sell it if it is just too big for you."  Even I was unprepared for the size and durability of this beast!

The second I saw it, I giggled remembering Secondhand Lions for some reason.  It's not like this cage looks like the one they had on that movie.  In fact, the cage they had was a box.  But what is currently in our living room is cage enough for a lion!

Shelby wasn't home when we sent these pictures.  She FREAKED OUT!  "GET HER OUT OF THAT PRISON!"  We giggled.  "The door isn't even closed!"

And Mira loves it.  Max does as well.  Color me surprised!

I sure hope this helps our girl.  Poor thing is due a calm night.  It is hideous.  It takes up WAY too much space.  But Mira loves it, so I do too.