Sammy rang to find out how it was going, and I told her
about Hugo's traumas of the night (and mine of the morning). She recommended
getting him used to the crate by putting his bed and him in it while I'm in the
room. I did this, with a juicy bone thrown in for good measure, but he was the
same as in the car, very distressed, trying to bite through the bars, throwing
himself around. I squirted him with the water pistol a few time to no effect,
and the minute he was quiet I let him out and praised him. Now I don't know
what I'm going to do tonight, or tomorrow when I have to go out. Do I crate him
and risk him having a panic attack, or do I leave him free and risk the whole
house being wrecked? We had a nice evening walk, him trotting along beside me
like those Dalmatians behind carriages. He's such a good, sweet boy, so willing
to please. Are we going to get past this obstacle?
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