Ok, so I’m as happy as can be, except when Mom’s gone. Anyway, for this week I thought I’d share that I’m finally crate free! Ever since I was a wee little pup I’ve hated the crate… with a passion. In fact, I would regularly tell people off when it was time to get in the crate. I mean, sure I learned how to get in there when Mom was going to work but it’s because I got peanut butter, it’s not like I was thrilled with the process.
During my crate hating days, typically the days I’m telling mom off, I would regularly hear her talk about her jealous feelings towards dogs that use their crate as their bed, their place to eat, etc. I don’t know what those dogs are thinking, but to each their own I suppose.
Anyway, when I turned six months old Mom finally let me sleep out of the crate at night. It was the first taste of trusted freedom, and I wanted more! I did a great job of showing mom I could sleep through the night and wouldn’t get into any mischief. I even showed her that I can give her a top notch alert if I really, really, needed to go out at 2am… my bark and tongue do wonders!
Well, I must have done something right because eventually I was trusted to stay out in the house, alone, with mom gone. The first time she did it I was like, “Did she forget I’m supposed to go in my crate?” Mom walked out the door and I didn’t quite know what to do, so I just moped around by the door waiting for her to return. Let’s face it, anytime mom is gone is simply the worst.
Anyway, that event went really well so it started happening a bit more. Each time I made sure to earn more trust by not destroying something. It probably helps that Mom does a big walk-through and picks up anything I may nibble on, but still. When we moved I for some reason had to regress to the crate a bit more when Mom was leaving. Something about my anxiety and trying to scratch through the door. But anyway.
Now let’s fast forward to last week, the week in which my freedom was finally complete! Mom was doing her normal morning routine and I was totally preparing to bark myself silly, but a funny thing happened, she put my Kong with peanut butter on the ground! I wasn’t sure if this was a mistake so I took my Kong and slowly walked away, hoping she would be oblivious to what was going on. Next thing I knew she was walking out the door! I couldn’t quite believe what was happening! When she didn’t come back in 10 minutes that’s when I realized that I was finally crate free during the day. The day I’ve been waiting for since the day I came home, finally happened! Now it’s time to prove my trust and continue this amazing trend of trust. Crate free is totally for me and I want it to stay that way.