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| I always wanted to be good. |
As of last night, Gizmo no longer used the cage/enclosure/training pen. Last night he was completely free to sleep anywhere he wanted. He chose to sleep in the corner, behind my gym shoes, on the floor.
The next morning, he got me up with a gentle snuffling. No barking. No “accidents.” Just an enthusiastic greeting and a longing look towards the back door.
We no longer cage him to prevent “accidents” when he is left alone in the house while we are out for the evening. Grace was afraid that, if he was in a cage, an earthquake might trap him there and he would have no way to get water.
AgaIn, when we got back, no accidents, no mischief (early on, he would re-arrange all the couch pillows if we were away). Just a perfect, good dog happy to see us and looking forward to relieving himself outside.
So, let the word go forth: this officially, Gizmo Is Housebroken Day. Hurray, hurray, hurray!
"An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language" ~ Martin Buber
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