I'm Going To Kill The Dog

When I got home tonight, she had destroyed the third side of the crate and I have nothing to fortify that side with. She got far enough outside that side of the crate that she shredded all my art show paperwork, several photos I was hoping to use for artwork later, and some newspapers I kept for nostalgia. I have a whole trash bag of shredded papers now, and nothing to keep her inside the crate. And just in time for Balticon, when I won't be home for 3.5 days and my mother won't let the dog out. Great, just great.