Never underestimate the will of the Bradley. Or the brain of the Bradley. Or the ability of the Bradley.
We are in the throws of it. Love with a healthy dose of worry. Our dog is smarter than we are. Superdog. Faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall buildings and all of that jazz. He is also the most gentle, docile, and eager to please pup in the universe. But we've got one crazy case of separation anxiety on our hands here, folks, and a dog who has figured out how to open (and in one case destroy) the doors of solid steel kennels, climb four foot high kiddie fences (did I mention that he's 5 inches tall?), and a whole other host of obstacles that would confound your average human (including me), but then have NO idea what to do with himself once his mission has been accomplished. We are totally stumped. The Bradley cannot be contained. We will just call it an 'adjustment' period, and thank our lucky stars that he has no inclination to chew or destroy anything. And if he's playing Bach on the piano when I come home from work, that's it, I'm hiring a trainer.