A few weeks passed and as I was pulling his bed and toys out of the bathroom something caught my attention... it was a hole ... in the WALL. We shook our heads and wondering what.in.the.hell was he thinking. We made jokes that he was trying to eat his way out to freedom. We figured he could smell his food bin that was in the laundry room that was on the other side of the wall. One hole turned into two, which turned into 5 and then 6. He ended up peeling paint off the wall. We learned that drywall has salt in it. Cha-Ching that is why he loves it so much ... the freaking salt. **We also have a hole in the living room and the spare bedroom** We then enlisted the help of an awesome doggie pet store here in Atlanta called City Dog Market and they recommended the DentaDino - which Mully loves - but it did not distract him enough.
For 8 months we would put him in the bathroom, spray the cabinets and door frames and baseboards and walls with bitter apple (which I think he is beginning to get used to), and hope and pray that we would not come home to even more destruction. 8 months later, my boyfriend decided to put his foot down and the little one got a crate for his birthday.