But then, after a few days of "Catching her in the act," saying "whoops!" and whisking her outside, and bestowing lavish praise for each outdoor wiss, we haven't had an accident in days.
The first few days we left her in there, her crate looked like this at the end of the day.
Yes, she somehow pushed the crate floor out of the bottom, while also shredding all the newspaper and upturning her water and food dishes.
After a few focused Crate Appreciation Sessions--in which I feed her hot dogs, which she is starting to like more, inside her crate while sitting nearby and leaving the door open--she is starting to be able to relax in there.
Unlike Sandy and Collette, Pager came to us with no training. So I had to start from scratch with Sit.
Didn't seem to be making progress until Fozzie, who of course wanted in on the training session fun, came over to demonstrate.
Then something "clicked" and she's been avidly sitting ever since!
Fozzie, what a leader you are.
Perhaps the most exciting development is her enthusiasm for food. She's still not the undiscriminating chowhound Collette and Sandy were, but she is now much more interested in all the things you'd expect her to be.
Even yummy antibiotic-laced tuna!
|Fozzie: Where's MY Cephalexin snack?|
And inspires my confidence to see how patience with simple techniques pays off.