on a warm august day about 2 years ago....our family of 2 became a family of 3.
when this little nugget of adorableness came to live with us. Bojangles Knowshon, the best pug in the whole world (even cooler than the talking pug in Men in Black, which people ask us about EVERY SINGLE TIME we take him somewhere). and since he was itty bitty....we just let him live in our downstairs bathroom. so he could use puppy pads and learn to hold his business.
well...then we litter trained him. yes, they make litter for dogs. no, i don't know any other person on the planet who's actually used it but us. so since he was go in his box....we kept entertaining the idea of getting him a crate....partly because he has scratched giant holes in the drywall. he's kind of a drama queen.
right after christmas...he became a brother.
when keno came home with us, we got him a crate because he was a shelter dog and totally used to the whole thing....no probs.
now bo is this big, NOT a little nugget anymore....and since we're working to get our home fixed up and put on the market....we need to reclaim his room. and so yesterday....he got kicked out.
and into a crate made for golden retrievers or german shepards. for a 16 lb dog.
HE IS HELLA PISSED.
it literally makes my heart hurt when he looks RIGHT AT ME and whines his pitiful little whine, like "mama, WHYYYYYY am in here?? i know i've got my box and my cozy bed....but it's WRONG".
even keno thinks he's being a little too dramatic...he'll bark at him when he whines for like 10 minutes straight...it's very "seriously dude, CHILL. OUT. we get treats every time we come in these things...it's not a bad gig. plus, mom leaves us top 40 radio to listen to, and i love me some ke$ha".
my mom swears he loooooooves the crate he stays in when he visits them, and he'll hop right in there when nate puts them up...does he know mom is a softie??
anyone crate trained a dog that's not a puppy? do they stop being total crybabies??