In my last post, I explained how Tess learned to love her crate. But this isn't to say that she likes to be alone.
When I moved into my new house, I didn't think much about Tess's separation. She had learned to love her crate, right?
Nope. When I tried to put her in her crate my first day away from the new house, she refused to go in. Not wanting to marr her feelings of the crate, I didn't force her but left it (and her) in the spare room that had not yet been furnished. How much trouble could she get into?
Tess managed to chew a pitbull-sized hole through my spare room door.
After a few days (and a broken crate), Tess settled in and figured out that this was her new home. Now she gets it, right?
Nope. I took her to my mom's house while I was there for a wedding. She managed to break out of her crate, crew through a stack of books, and tear up the door frame. She did something similar at my aunt's house. (Note: I was so embarassed, that no photographic evidence of these events exist.)
Several crates later, we've learned our lesson: unless at home, Tess does not get left alone.
While on our trip to Florida, Tess and Ed spent alot of time in their crates in "their" room. One day we were out and Sam's parents were home. But when we got back, we found they had gone out, too. My stomach dropped - I knew we would come home to a mess.
We ran back to the house and I reluctantly opened the door - nothing! Tess was curled up in her crate!
So what did we learn? 1. I think Tesla does a lot better having Edison around. 2. She spent a lot of time in her crate while we were home. And when we did leave, she didn't see us and no big to-do was made.
I'm still not quite comfortable with leaving her in new places, but now I know that it can be done with a little foresight and planning.