The puppy, though cute, is a bit of a handful. He's nearly 6 months old now, full of vim and vigor, and he manages to get into all sorts of mischief. He's into the usual doggy sports- i.e. digging through my vegetable garden and eating cat litter.
Yes. He eats cat litter. With a side of kitty roca. With gusto. Imagine my joy upon finding him zooming through the house with a fresh cat turd firmly held in his mouth. Oh, there were words, all right. And the requisite call to my husband "WHY DID YOU WANT A $#(@ing PUPPY!?"
Thankfully, I use a wheat cat litter, so at least I know that it's somewhat edible and it's (hopefully) not going to impact his intestines. But there's something REALLY annoying about having to stash away the litter box every time I let the dog roam the house.
Something had to be done. And without further ado, I present to you the Cat Crap Palace in its currently unfinished glory. Sturdy (extravagant 2x4 construction), an entrance only big enough for the cat, and complete with plenty of ventilation, I'm really hoping this will work.
And as it sits now, with a bit of primer.
He'd better grow up to be a water dog!