Assessment.

So, she thinks my hands are chew toys, and just when I think she knows where to do her business, she wanders into her crate, two feet from me, and does it there. She hates walking away from her house, but wants to RUN the whole way back. Her favourite "food" is cat fur, and the cats are getting frustrated (and going bald).

But then she licks my face, or looks sad when she realizes she's done something wrong, or falls asleep with her head on my foot, or plays "kill the stuffie", and it's all better again.

We can get through this housebreaking thing. And we'll get through the constant chewing phase. I'll just keep looking at this picture and that will get me through. *grin*