To give Stella a little more freedom, my husband and I bought a couple of baby gates to put on the entrances to the kitchen, and we let her hang out in there sometimes, rather than in her crate, when we can't be watching her every single second. The other night, I put her in there while I did some things in the living room. After a few minutes, it got strangely silent, so I went in to see what she was up to, and I found her in here.I had a little talk with her about making good choices, and the fact that she is underage, but I don't think it sunk in, because this morning when I took her outside, she tried to eat a cigarette butt.
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