Last night Gryff was barking in his crate. And barking. And barking. I slid his crate out of Alec's room because I didn't want Gryff to wake him up and I put the crate in the hallway. He eventually shut up. I was SO tempted to just let him out, but then who's the boss, eh?
WooHoo. I Know how hard it is -- once I had one that hated the crate and it was so very hard. It was the fact that I 'got mad' and was determined to win the battle. On about the 5th night when I was in bed thinking -- this dog has got to go -- she got quite. What a breakthrough. After that she accepted the fact that I was boss...and did better with everything. Sometimes it's a good thing to be a mean woman. Keep up the hard work...it pays off.