Doggy Therapy vs. New Trash Cans

Gilmore suffers from a wee bit of separation anxiety. It doesn't matter how long we're gone...5 minutes...3 hours...it doesn't sit well with him. We often come home to find that he's gotten into the bathroom trash cans (2) or the master bedroom trash can (1). He leaves a lovely trail of tissues, paper, etc. in the bathrooms, hallway, and bedroom. We've dealt with this for years. But, no more! We now have trash cans WITH LIDS for both bathrooms. Two new trash cans seemed more economical that sending Gilmore to doggy therapy. (Though, he may have unresolved human issues due to being abandoned on the side of the road by previous owners. Poor, guy...) Plus, this should alleviate our worries of trash being on the floor for any house showings. We'll see if it works...fingers crossed! (And why didn't we think of this sooner?!)

Before....

...after. 

PS....One week update: These have worked like a charm! Gilmore has not been able to get into them! Woo hoo!