Post by melonie on Jun 21, 2013 11:45:20 GMT -5
Cleveland is my drama king. He is about the most fun dog I've had, full of personality. He has his ways of letting you know what makes him happy and what makes him sad.
When I moved the crates into a spare room, I didn't think nothing of it. I used to keep them in my bedroom.
I figured it would take a few days for the dogs to get used to it, and for the most part I was right.
In the mornings when it's time to eat Cleveland still goes to where his crate used to be, and waits. Once I head into the bedroom, he follows.
When it's time to crate the dogs, Winston goes to his crate willingly on command.
Cleveland used to. Now he 'ignores' me. I have to go to him and bribe him with a treat and he, like a scolded child drags his paws. If I try to sweet talk him, he thinks it's time to play keep away. If I try to use my stern do it now command voice, he stubbornly lays down.
Last night when I got home the poor little baby was crying in his crate. He sounds so pathetic. I'm sure the neighbors thought he was dying or something. I know he'd only been crated a couple of hours because Aryn called me when she left home.
So I'm considering putting the crates in my bedroom again. I can't have a sad drama king. It's just a lot of work moving furniture from one room to another.
I'm going to go pick up Wrinkles ashes today. I could have gotten them a week or so ago, but I haven't been up to dealing with it. I'm a wuss.
When I moved the crates into a spare room, I didn't think nothing of it. I used to keep them in my bedroom.
I figured it would take a few days for the dogs to get used to it, and for the most part I was right.
In the mornings when it's time to eat Cleveland still goes to where his crate used to be, and waits. Once I head into the bedroom, he follows.
When it's time to crate the dogs, Winston goes to his crate willingly on command.
Cleveland used to. Now he 'ignores' me. I have to go to him and bribe him with a treat and he, like a scolded child drags his paws. If I try to sweet talk him, he thinks it's time to play keep away. If I try to use my stern do it now command voice, he stubbornly lays down.
Last night when I got home the poor little baby was crying in his crate. He sounds so pathetic. I'm sure the neighbors thought he was dying or something. I know he'd only been crated a couple of hours because Aryn called me when she left home.
So I'm considering putting the crates in my bedroom again. I can't have a sad drama king. It's just a lot of work moving furniture from one room to another.
I'm going to go pick up Wrinkles ashes today. I could have gotten them a week or so ago, but I haven't been up to dealing with it. I'm a wuss.
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