When we got Dash a friend of ours came to see him and fell in love. He loved his personality and independence. He tried to find an older one to rescue but because he had never owned a B before he was turned away. We told him he could babysite Dash while we went to Chicago for the weekend. We thought he may be getting in over his head as we were learning all of Dashy's little "traits".
Dash is crated when we are not home and he was our only dog. He hated that crate. Anyway, after we left, our friend obviously thought Dash would not mind being let out after work and then put back in his crate while he went out for the evening. WRONG! Our B ate his way out of the crate. Sqeezed through the tiniest spot to escape, ripped down and destroyed his blinds and peed and pooped on the floor. I can't remember if he did anything else or not. That is all I remember.
He got home really late that night and called us in Chicago. Ernesto (my boyfriend) and I were laughing so hard. "That's our boy!, he needs your attention and exercise and if you don't give it to him he will create his own. Welcome to our world!".
Needless to say, he decided to wait on a B until he was a little more settled. He still wants one but it was a wake up call. As for our little one. We take him to the dog park as often as possible to stretch his legs and we got a second dog and that has made a huge difference with his separation anxiety. He has a large run in the basement now with his sis and they keep each other company and we have not had any problems. Over the last 2 years he has been the best dog we could ask for and he certainly keeps us on our toes.