Until then, if we left the house for any length of time Toby had to go in his crate or the back yard. We just couldn't trust him alone in the house.
|Cozy, but still a cage.|
When we had a party to attend at the neighbors on Saturday, I felt terrible about confining him to the crate.
|You can see why.|
So Sunday when we ran errands we tried the experiment again. This time we were gone for two hours. When we pulled into the driveway I said, "Well, what's the worst that could happen? The couch cushions torn up?? " (We weren't worried about potty accidents since Toby never breaks housetraining.)
To our relief a new couch won't be needed. The house was fine and so was Toby. Yay! I'm optimistic that one day soon we can return the crate to SEVA GRREAT and be crate free!
To be honest, I don't think this is a training issue but a maturity issue. At 18 months old Toby is growing up.
He's still got a little mischief in him though! This is the scene next to the computer when I got up this morning: