We came home later that afternoon to a disaster in the front hall.
Besides chewing the paw wiping towel, Hailey,
chewed up the leashes that I had not put in the drawer (thankfully I had an extra pair at home, will pick up another extra set next trip to the pet store):
and tried to get out the garage door again:
The damage is not as bad as the last time this happened, but is still upsetting. We know it was Hailey and not Phod, not just because of her history, but because she was the one with drywall on her paws. We have no idea why this happened. The window was open, did something sound louder? The last time this happened, August 2012, we had just moved into the house, and there was a terrible, terrible storm while we were out.
It feels like a defeat and it is going to take us some time to figure out what to do to further help our girl.