I can totally relate to that last one! Those flip flops do look pretty comfy, but stepping on poo is something I usually try to avoid! Jo used to lick the couch when we were gone. Actually she would do it while we were home too. The arm of the thing was so crusty we threw it out after she passed away.
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I guess I am fortunate that Nadi doesn't have any separation ticks like this. I have lived in several apartments that didn't allow pets but they allowed her on a probationary period with a large deposit. Both of the places that "gave me a chance" ended up really loving Nadi because she basically never bothers anything. Hell, the toys she has had since she was 1 year old are still intact.
The funny thing with Jo is that she did it while we were home too. I'd be in a different room, come back out and it would look like someone just got out of the pool and sat on our couch. She had a lot of anxiety issues. I think it was trauma from her being abandoned in a milk crate in the ditch.