Some folks erroneously think crates are forms of incarceration. But as you an see, I love my crate. I often go into my crate just to relax while Cindy is working on my blog or watching tv. It’s like having my own little house or, in dog terms, a “den.” I feel safe here.
Give me a nice clean fleece blankie...and maybe a bone to gnaw on...and I couldn’t be happier. Chris, Monique, Caprice, and I have our own crates side by side. The doors are always open during the day but at night they’re closed to keep us safe while we sleep.
If you get your puppy used to a crate for “quiet time” when he’s young, he too will think of his crate as his own little corner of the universe.
For more on crate training, visit Your Toy Poodle.
Until next time,
Mr. Dibs
P.S. In addition to my sleeping/traveling crate in the photo above, I have my own wood-and-wire “condo” like the one in the ad at right. Yes, it was pricey but it keeps me safe when Cindy is out on errands. It is large enough for a blanket for naps, an area for my food and water bowls, and a small wee-wee pad. I rarely use the pad, however, since I am old enough to “hold” for an hour or two until I am let out of my condo.
Note the example in the ad at right has a removable top “roof.” This is a good investment because some toy poodles like to climb. In their effort to escape they could hurt themselves.
Don’t think toy poodles can climb? Think again!
My great-aunt Yevonna once climbed a 4-foot high chain link fence, got her foot caught going over the top, and broke her leg. Nuf said?
