Howard spent over an hour in his crate yesterday evening - unsupervised - in my grouch cave - completely out of sight.
He didn’t destroy the new crate pad.
He didn’t bark.
He didn’t howl.
He didn’t throw a fit of any kind.
He wanted to be there.
He was quite content to gnaw on his new, giant-size, bacon-flavored, Benebone Wishbone chew toy in peace, without having to defend possession from the other two dogs.
I think I found his kryptonite.
When he finally got tired of the chewy toy he very politely let us know that he wanted out. I don’t really know how to describe the sound... out of most dogs in that situation it would be a little yip... out of Howard it’s more like a squeak... it’s almost a bark but there’s not enough air behind it to fire those big hound vocal cords...
Oh, good boy, Howard! I think you’re on to something, Augie!
Just LOVE your Howard posts. Someday your wife will be completely won over.
Score one for Howard!
My cat, Boyd, always says, ‘Thanks’ when I let him out. One short ‘Mew!’ He really wishes he had opposable thumbs so he could open doors; mainly the fridge, LOL!