Creatures of Habit

We are. for many reasons, creatures of habit. Even Sidney is. He was totally content using his crate at night, and when we went out. Until we moved it to put the Christmas tree up. Now, the only time he goes willingly into it is for his morning and evening meals. Until we moved his crate he'd race willing in for whatever treat I offered. Now, it like stuffing a pointer through the eye of a needle. I believe I could toss a t-bone in there and he would not be swayed. I am curious to see how he responds when we move his crate back to his original place.

In the meantime, this stubborn steak of his has given us the opportunity to see how he does in the house loose, when we go out, or to bed. Well, I tested him at night time. He does very well, unless there is a bunny under the bird feeder in the middle of the night. Then he wants to go out in the worst way!! Only one of us hears him at night, so guess who has night duty?

Without naming names, it was the other of us who left him loose in the house when we went to work yesterday. Nothing got chewed, ripped, torn, destroyed or otherwise damaged. He is pretty much a slug most of the day - he learned that from the other dogs who have honed that to a fine skill.

They are creatures of habit, theirs and well as ours. His stubbornness challenged us to see how he does unsupervised. And he does very well. No, he has not won the battle of the crate, but he has crossed another hurdle which makes him even more adoptable. As if his adorable, quirky, silly Sid-ness wasn't enough already.