After Dalton and I moved out of his grandmas house, we moved into an apartment in St. Charles, MO. It was a cute apartment. You walk into the front door and you are standing in a hallway to the left of you is the hall leading to the living room and to the right it leads down to the bath and bedroom. Well, we kept Bo and Marley in two crates every time we would go somewhere. Bo hated being in his crate. He would hide under the bed, in the bathroom, under the couch, under the table, just to get away from the crate when he knew we were about to leave. Well we started outsmarting him and closing all of the doors and he would sit at the end of the hallway and he could look down the hall and see his crate and we would say 'come on Bo' and he would back up to the bedroom door as close as possible and sit there and stare at us. At the time all we wanted was to leave to get to our job, date, etc. but looking back, it is so weird how scared of the crate he used to be. It must have been from all of the abuse he had gotten I think. Now his crate is referred to as his house and he has no problem. In fact if he knows we're leaving, (we put our coats on and take them outside to potty), when he comes back in, he goes straight to his 'house' without being asked. That's my boy! -Katie
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