Remember this post?

Guess what I got to relive today. Anyone?

Oh, except that he bent the front of his kennel severely trying to claw his way out, broke the zip ties holding the tray in place, ripped up the towel he had to lay on, slid the tray out and ground feces into my bedroom carpet just for good measure.

I called the vet in the midst of cleaning up and asked the doc to call me tomorrow regarding some anti-anxiety meds. I can't leave the house without worrying about him freaking out and I don't know what else to do with the dog. We're doing independence training, confidence training, he's been banished from the couch and still sleeps in his kennel ... None of the traditional separation anxiety therapies are working. I pray the drugs will help at least a little, lest I break my promise to DH and kill the dog before my husband comes home.