So Monday my beloved husband crated Sid while I was at work, so he could go to the grocery. We had been having crate-related adventures with Sid, to wit: he had learned how to unhook the front of his collapsible wire crate and go on destructive rampages through the bedroom. Aha! we thought. We are clever, big-brained humans, and we own zip-ties. We zip-tied the crate together, and Daniel went off all trustingly to the grocery on Monday.
When he came back, Sid had broken two bars on the crate, bent a substantial number of other bars, and shoved the crate pan halfway across the bedroom floor. Right.
So now Siddy has a new crate, of the solid plastic variety. It came with a “pheromone pod” pre-installed that has calming pheromones, Ayurvedic essences, aromatherapy oils, and Bach flower essences in it. I did not buy it for this feature and in fact am struggling to take the crate seriously because of it.
But for whatever reason, he’s gone into it happily and eaten his meals more readily in the new crate, so I guess for now we’re calling it a provisional win. We won’t know for sure if it’s a REAL win until he gets left alone in the crate again. Fingers crossed that homeopathic flower essences do the trick, eh?
 AKA WATER. I HAVE ABOUT AS MUCH FAITH IN HOMEOPATHY AS I DO IN CRYSTAL HEALING. IT’S WELL-INTENTIONED FOR SURE AND THE SIDE EFFECTS BEAT THOSE OF MOST PRESCRIPTION DRUGS, BUT WHO WANTS TO PAY THAT MUCH FOR WATER?