Great night – she asked to get out of the crate at 6:30 so hubby took her for a pee, then put her right back in. When I woke up she was curled tight in her doughnut-shaped bed in the crate, calm and happy and looking at me.
Go for a long walk? Apparently I have no brain at all. I dreamt of being tortured all night and woke up in agony. Syn is still sleeping, an hour past her normal second-get-up time, and didn’t pee when she was taken out at 6. Maybe next time we’ll go for a SHORT walk.
4 months! Has she lived with me 8 weeks already? THEN WHY IS SHE STILL CRYING IN THE CRATE WHEN I LEAVE HER ALONE?
Ahem. Possibly because I have taught her to be happy in the crate when I’m there, and when I’m not there, but haven’t done anything to explain being happy in the crate when I’m LEAVING her alone? Nah, that couldn’t be it…
Yesterday we did 2 sessions on Rally behaviours – walking around behind her while she was sitting and down (it’s getting better, but not great yet), and a bit on SHUTTING UP while I worked with Stitch.
It’s utterly amazing what an improvement I got when I (dare I say it) made a plan and actually taught the little muffin something instead of just trying to get her to do it. I have a vague recollection of having made this discovery forty or fifty previous times in my life.
She’s eager-eager-eager to do something – anything, in fact. She’s apparently been getting bored with shredding every shredable object that wasn’t nailed down (and a few that were) in the dog room and the small outside pen while I’ve been gone.
I happened to catch a look at her in a mirror in the training hall and hey, she looks GREAT in her new retriever trim, and she’s really grown into all that leg she was having difficulty knowing what to do with 3 months ago.