We actually had to buy Jack a pit-bull looking leash, as he had destroyed two regular ones that held him by his chest. The first one was during an encounter with a neighborhood cat, and the second one chasing a dog who lives in our subdivision. I often want to die of shame when we go for walks.
Last week, however, Jack met his match. It wasn't an angry cat or a big dog, but a clothes hamper. Case in point:
Since it's winter in Brazil, and it was quite cold last week, I left the doggies on the ground floor of my house (they are usually kept in the kitchen and backyard). I was sure they would spend the entire day napping on the couch, but I came home to that.
It actually broke my heart, and Jack was such a trooper. I can't help thinking how long was he stuck there, but I am assuming not long because there was no pee or poo anywhere.
The hardest part was keeping him calm and still, as we cut through the fibers to release him. I don't think I ever got so mad at something that was well crafted before. Here is what my hamper looks like post Jack:
All ended well, and Jack got spoiled with lots of treats and a night in bed.