“. . . and when he’s fussing because he doesn’t want to be back in his crate, I’ll get down on the floor next to him and pretend that I’m going to sleep with him. He always settles right down and goes to sleep. Then I just slip away…” I was proudly telling the vet how I calmed Blu, when I had to leave him for the afternoon or evening. Before I was finished, the vet was shaking her head no. “Really?” (I figured she just didn’t understand.) “He’s trained you to do that. He might even be telling you that you belong down there with him. Next time, give him a toy, and walk away.”
Is it a coincidence that Blu’s demands, and his creativity in expressing them, rivals my own? Maybe its a little how parents feel sometimes with their children….