I felt SO bad yesterday morning! Geez,my dog can make me feel guilty.
Fazio does NOT like going into his crate because he knows it means I'll be at work all day. He can be at home alone for up to about 6 hours without any problem, but beyond that, he needs to be crated or he'll end up relieving himself somewhere in the condo. At first, I used to get him into his crate with a treat. I had to start changing up the treat because after a few days, he would know that treat means that I'm leaving, so it became different treats every couple of days. But then he finally learned that the 2nd walk of the morning is right before I need to leave for work. So he would immediately lie down in the middle of the living room after the 2nd walk and do the "I'm a raggedy dog who is so heavy and without any bones so just TRY and pick me up" bit. Then it became that he'd TRY that, but as soon as I'd try to pick him up, he would run down the hallway and lie down on his bed.
I started giving him treats at different times of day, but putting them in his crate so that he gets used to the idea that going in the crate means treats AND doesn't necessarily mean the door will be locked behind him. But that didn't seem to make a difference in our morning routine.
It makes me feel so guilty because when he runs into the bedroom he lies on his bed with this look that says, "See? SEE?? I'm lying on my bed being a good doggie not going anywhere, so just leave me here!!" But the past couple weeks have been even worse, because when the 2nd walk of the morning is done, he does this slow, "painful" walk up the stairs to the condo. I've taken to saying "Dead dog walking!" as we go up the stairs - yes, I know that's bad, but I can't help it! I want to make sure he does his #1 AND #2 right before I leave because I know he's going to be in that crate all day. And for the past three or four times after his 2nd walk, as soon as I'd get his leash and collar off, I've just picked him up and put him in his crate because I don't time to futz around trying to cajole or bribe him to get him in there.
Then the day before yesterday, the second I got off the leash and the collar, he took off down the hall to his bed in the bedroom. This morning, he didn't even wait for me to take the collar off. As soon as the leash was off and I turned to hang it up - ZOOM! down the hall into the bedroom.
Now I was feeling really guilty, so I went down the hall and there he was, on the bed with that same, "I'm being a good dog! Really I am!" look on his face. I got down on the floor beside him and nicely took off his collar and put it in my pocket. In a very kind voice, I said, "Come on. You know I need to go to work to take care of you, boo-boo."
No response. So I pushed him up (gently) onto his feet and started pushing him toward the door. He finally got into the hallway and I closed both my bedroom door and the bathroom door. The computer room door is always closed unless I'm in there. He had nowhere to go but toward the living room. I started gently pushing his butt down the hall. He got to the living room and ran around the dining room table, then right back past me down that hall - BUT he didn't seem to know I'd closed the bedroom door. He ran full into the bedroom door with a BONK! and came back down the hall toward me. I felt so bad I almost started crying. I HATED that he'd hit his head against the door like that. He laid down in front of me, so I got down on the floor again and said, "I'm sorry, Fazio, I'm sorry!" He rolled over onto his back and I gave him a belly rub for a while and finally said, "I really do love you, bubby, but I have to go to work. Will you please get into the crate for me?"
And wouldn't you know it? He got up from his belly rub and walked slowly into the crate and turned around and lay down. Made me want to cry again. I locked the door...and gave him three Beggin' Strips (his favorite) as a treat for doing it on his own.
Oh if only I were independently wealthy so I could spend a lot more time with him!!
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