When we first got The Puppy, we knew we would crate train him. It was the opposite of easy. We tried to keep him in the crate at night as well as while we were at work. He was not down with that.
He barked almost all night, every night, for three months. Eventually we figured out that if we let him sleep in our room he only barked for part of the night. Shocking, right? Eventually we figured out that he wouldn’t bark at all if we let him sleep in our bed.
We still put him in his crate while we were away at work. We knew that being the spaz he is he would come to grief if left to his own devices.
We did, however, assume the time would come when he would be calm enough for us to leave him out of the crate for most of the day at least.
That time has now come. It’s been a week and two days and we’ve left him out of the crate for at least two hours everyday. He has behaved perfectly.
I worry about him every minute I know that he’s roaming freely in the house. I’m actually afraid he’ll fall down the stairs. But I’m so proud.
My little guy’s all growed up. Sigh.