06-24-2020, 03:06 PM
I decided to start this thread because if I posted a new thread every time I felt compelled to share an experience with one of my critters, the server would overflow. I have four Huskies at the moment. Two I rescued. Two are the results of an OOPS! The oops, is a story in itself and I may get around to sharing it, eventually.
What brings me to the keyboard this morning is Bellah.
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Now out of the four, she is the sneakiest. Don't for a second let that sweet face, that gentle spirit, that I will follow you anywhere, mask she wears, fool you.
Maxx, the big lug, is the, in your face Houdini. In half a second he will open his crate and walk right in. He does not give it a nanosecond of a thought. He just thinks, it is what you do. I have no problem with Maxx because as long as he is in the house, he is content and extremely well behaved. Outside, well...., that is another story.
His son Goliath, appropriately named, is moving up on old Dad pretty fast, but he takes pleasure in opening his door. He likes to make a production out of it The queen of all Houdinis though is the daughter, Tamar. She is in a special two lock crate and she still can move the bar, push up the door, and get out before you have the time to say, "Stop Tamar!"
Bellah though has never made any attempt to open her crate door. Bellah is weird about her crate anyway, always has been. When I moved her to the mid sized crate, there was no problem, she was happy about having a larger crate. But when I moved them up to the extra large crates, all of them made the switch eagerly. Not Bellah. She hates the larger crates and won't go in them. So Bellah, has a crate that she barely fits in, though she can stand up and turn around in it, barely. By the way, all the others love to hang out in Bellah's tiny crate, and she will come to me and have me evict them, if they don't move when she wants her crate back. Anyway, back to the event that prompted this post.
I usually allow my dogs to free roam in the house, when I am at home. They voluntarily sleep in their crates at night after a point, because that is where they are almost every morning when I get up. Last night they were overly rambunctious and getting on my nerves, so I ordered them to their rooms. The "To Your Room" command is another story, I will share later. They went to their rooms and five minutes later that were back to rough housing again, so I locked their doors. They quieted down and went to sleep. A short while later, so did I.
Fast forward to this morning. I am lying in bed sleeping when I am awakened by a great weight and a push to my bed. I startled awake in utter confusion. I look up and Bellah is staring me right in the face. My first thought was that my Mother had let her out, no biggie, it was past time to get up anyway. I went into my Mother's room to say, "Good morning", and met her in the kitchen. I told my Mom that Bellah had come to wake me after she let her out. My mother looked at me quizzically, then informed me that she had not let Bellah out.
Now, here is the catch. When I locked Bellah's crate last night, I almost didn't. I locked the others because I was frustrated, and it was more of a gesture of my frustration. But Bellah wasn't among the rambunctious hooligans, so I wasn't going to lock hers, but deliberately went back and locked Bellah's crate, thinking at the time, that leaving her crate open would make the others jealous and they would start up the chorus. So I went back and locked her crate.
Bellah will be four years old come December 9th. She has never shown any interest in opening her crate. She will whine and caterwaul forever to get me to come open her crate when she wants out. Not this morning. Why Bellah opened her crate and came out, I will likely never know. I do know that I now have a complete troupe of Houdinis.
What brings me to the keyboard this morning is Bellah.
Now out of the four, she is the sneakiest. Don't for a second let that sweet face, that gentle spirit, that I will follow you anywhere, mask she wears, fool you.
Maxx, the big lug, is the, in your face Houdini. In half a second he will open his crate and walk right in. He does not give it a nanosecond of a thought. He just thinks, it is what you do. I have no problem with Maxx because as long as he is in the house, he is content and extremely well behaved. Outside, well...., that is another story.
His son Goliath, appropriately named, is moving up on old Dad pretty fast, but he takes pleasure in opening his door. He likes to make a production out of it The queen of all Houdinis though is the daughter, Tamar. She is in a special two lock crate and she still can move the bar, push up the door, and get out before you have the time to say, "Stop Tamar!"
Bellah though has never made any attempt to open her crate door. Bellah is weird about her crate anyway, always has been. When I moved her to the mid sized crate, there was no problem, she was happy about having a larger crate. But when I moved them up to the extra large crates, all of them made the switch eagerly. Not Bellah. She hates the larger crates and won't go in them. So Bellah, has a crate that she barely fits in, though she can stand up and turn around in it, barely. By the way, all the others love to hang out in Bellah's tiny crate, and she will come to me and have me evict them, if they don't move when she wants her crate back. Anyway, back to the event that prompted this post.
I usually allow my dogs to free roam in the house, when I am at home. They voluntarily sleep in their crates at night after a point, because that is where they are almost every morning when I get up. Last night they were overly rambunctious and getting on my nerves, so I ordered them to their rooms. The "To Your Room" command is another story, I will share later. They went to their rooms and five minutes later that were back to rough housing again, so I locked their doors. They quieted down and went to sleep. A short while later, so did I.
Fast forward to this morning. I am lying in bed sleeping when I am awakened by a great weight and a push to my bed. I startled awake in utter confusion. I look up and Bellah is staring me right in the face. My first thought was that my Mother had let her out, no biggie, it was past time to get up anyway. I went into my Mother's room to say, "Good morning", and met her in the kitchen. I told my Mom that Bellah had come to wake me after she let her out. My mother looked at me quizzically, then informed me that she had not let Bellah out.
Now, here is the catch. When I locked Bellah's crate last night, I almost didn't. I locked the others because I was frustrated, and it was more of a gesture of my frustration. But Bellah wasn't among the rambunctious hooligans, so I wasn't going to lock hers, but deliberately went back and locked Bellah's crate, thinking at the time, that leaving her crate open would make the others jealous and they would start up the chorus. So I went back and locked her crate.
Bellah will be four years old come December 9th. She has never shown any interest in opening her crate. She will whine and caterwaul forever to get me to come open her crate when she wants out. Not this morning. Why Bellah opened her crate and came out, I will likely never know. I do know that I now have a complete troupe of Houdinis.
For every one person that read this post. About 7.99 billion have not.
Yet I still post.
