For the last two weeks, I’ve been crate training Rosie for a variety of reasons. It was a little hectic at first, with her whining, but she settles down after about fifteen minutes or so. This worked well for the first week, at which point she began to realize that late at night the fat man comes for her and puts her in the box. So last week, I had to find where she was hiding, coax her out to go for a walk, and then walk her while still leashed into the crate. All this fell apart last night, as she has now associated me turning off the lights and the tv with the crate. Last night, I turned off the tv, and Rosie immediately shot off the couch and raced under my bed and was not coming out for anyone. She wasn’t going to be fooled by that “Who wants to go for a walk” shit, either. I still had to take Lily out, though, because she would have pottied on the floor after I got her so excited saying “walk” multiple times trying to get my problem child in her crate. I finally lured her into the crate with a piece of pizza crust- I put it in there and waited until she was halfway in the crate and jumped out of bed and shut the door behind her.
At any rate, I’m running out of ways to outsmart my god damned dog.