I have decided that I would like Conker to put up with being in a crate, just in case the relatives in AZ don't want him out and about all the time.
Instead of using his a-bit-too-small wire crate I have been using one of the Girl's pop-up crates which has plenty of room for him to move around in. It's made out of the same materials as those annoying windsheild covers that if you don't close them right they'll explode in your face. Which means I have to be extra careful about corner digging since I don't want him to ruin it.
So far he's been quite obnoxious about it.
Conker wouldn't go into it at all. He does that with his normal crate but can usually be coaxed in with a treat. Not this one. I stood behind him tossing treats into the crate until there was a large enough amount to practically count as a daily meal before he decided to put one foot into the crate and give an unsure sniff. Then he backed out and looked at me as if to say, "If this things is so great, why don't
you go in there and get them!"
So I did. I got the treats and he got booted in.
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| Shiba is contemplating murder. |
The first thing he did was try to dig in one of the corners. He got a quick verbal correction "Hey!" and stopped. As soon as he stopped he was given a treat. But he tried again a couple seconds later. Another verbal correction, another treat when the digging stopped.
This happened about five more times before he was given a bully stick to work on.
The bully stick lasted five minutes.
But instead of digging when his chew was gone, he began to chirp. It's the worst sound he can possibly make since it's sharp, high-pitched and just loud enough to drive you up a wall.
More verbal corrections and treats when he's quiet. This time I hacked the treats into itty bitty bits so I wouldn't waste a ton of them on my thinks-he's-a-bird dog.
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| Shiba is in ignore mode. |
The next day I decided to leave the door open and just toss treats in every few minutes if Conker was quiet, to keep him quiet. This time he went in okay when offered a correctly sized treat but promptly went into ignore-the-slave mode.
When I tossed him treats for being good, he wouldn't look at me but instead turn his head and avoid my gaze and lap the treats up with an air of snobbery. He eventually decided that he was done and got up and left the crate. But he quickly realized that when he left the crate the treats were bagged up and put away. So what did he do? He walked into the crate, leaned his head out and grumbled at me as if to say, "Okay, fine. I'm in the damm crate. You can give me some more treats now."
So he got treats, and eventually he fell asleep for a few minutes in there.
I did this for a couple days and while he isn't trust-worthy in the pop-up crate yet, he's getting there. Today he was fed in the crate. Before he gets fed he is usually told to get onto the bed and sit, but instead I pointed to the crate. He looked at me with a harsh glint in his eyes then jumped down and walked into the crate. He got his food, and he ate it, then left the crate. But at least he went in without me having to barricade the escape route and toss a million treats in first.
Conker's meal consisted of some Honest Kitchen Keen, a bit of cooked quinoa, a turkey tail and a chicken heart, as well as his usual supplements.
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| Food fit for The Emperor. |