I have a little dog at home, whose mother just died a month ago. He has two brothers and two sisters. He's white, yellow, and fat and likes to sleep in my bed. He likes to play and is able to find everything of mine. Two months ago I don't know what happened to my poor little dog. He's eating my shoes, socks, and even my books.. He spends almost all his time crying after people come home. I am afraid to send him to another house, that idea breaks my heart but I don't have another choice.