One of our female Rotts chewed up a rented VHS tape (yes, it was a long time ago), a paperback and my glasses. My wife figured out the dog was mad at me because I didn’t take her with me to a doctor’s appointment. I loaded the dog up in my little pickup and drove her around for a few minutes, then all was right with her world. The pup had never done anything like that before or afterwards. She lived until she was 15. I lost her a week after losing my father 20 years ago. I miss both of them.
Sometimes the medication is worse than the disease.