Crated.

Our dog-sitter, Mrs. Patrick, went to Las Vegas this week, leaving us with only one option for Bailey: the crate. We have not had success leaving Bailey alone in the past. Whether it was in an enclosed room or in her crate, she panics and starts to destroy! So this week has been interesting. Joe and I rush home during our lunch to feed and let her out as well as try to tire her before crating her again. I skipped lunch one day so that I could come home early from work. This dog controls our life!