Flack, smack! I would rather have flack than a dead dog. That dang scat mat worked wonders for keeping our darling angel off the white sofa. Good grief, if I had been dealing with stairs.....I would really be freaked out. Patience is my long suit but listening to crying is not. So I understand your pain. I did the treats but the sofa was the last step in leaving "precious" the run of the house when I would step out. She was perfect as long as I was home. But after the scat mat....she was perfect ALL THE TIME. |