Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Tossed Into My Mind, Stirring The Calm

When I look back to a few years ago, it's strange to see what a content machine I used to be. Blog posts every two days, a constant stream of randomness on Twitter, and everyone on Facebook was regularly updated. It's changed a lot. I've gone a bit mute.
In 2010, things were... different.

In the last while, especially the past few weeks, I've received a lot of messages about it:
"Why did you stop blogging?"
"How come you don't post on Twitter anymore?",
"I don't see you on Facebook much."
"Did you eat my chocolate?! You silly bitch."
"Are you ok?"

Yep, I'm ok. It was never a conscious decision to stop posting so much - truthfully, I will sometimes sit at my desk with the intent to throw some updates at the internets... and then nothing comes to me. I'm boring. "Wow, my daily steel cut oats are still a great breakfast choice!" is not the most exciting of updates. (Even if they are a stellar breakfast choice. Really.)

These days my main concerns are my business, my health, my Piggie Smalls, and my people. I'm always posting constant streams of content for my clients, and I guess my own stuff just had to take a backseat. And I'm ok with that. I'm quite happy to have no life crises to air online, no boy drama, and no pissed-off rants about whatever is currently on my shit list.

However, for those of you that are looking for some shamblin' ramblin' problems to solve, just this once, for old time's sake I'll give you one - her name is Daisy, and she is a jerk.

If you recall years ago, when I moved back to Toronto and started living alone, Daisy's separation anxiety made her freak out and destroy my place every time I left. So I crate-trained her, and all was (kinda) well on that front. Fast forward a few years, and we're living in another new place. She hasn't been as great in her crate here, but it was manageable - until suddenly it wasn't.

Last year's Daisy-shaming for past offences

Now she's decided that chewing up the plastic bottom of the crate and beating it until it breaks is fun, and so is barking and thrashing herself against it. I got a text from my downstairs neighbour at 2:30am on Saturday night while I was out at a bar, letting me know that Daisy was suddenly frantic and barking like she was distressed while banging into her crate. On Sunday I tried twice to crate her and leave, but as I waited downstairs for my ride, she made the craziest noises I've ever heard from her. So I took her out and, for the first time in 4 years, left her alone in my apartment uncrated. It seemed like the less upsetting option.

Well... I suppose it could've gone worse. It has gone worse. But history repeats itself, and my loving little pigdog went into my fridge yet again and left food around my place, along with other minor damage. Oh, the flashbacks. The stress. The ruined food.

So for those of you dog owners that are knowledgeable about four-legged separation anxiety (and insanely smart, wily dogs), what do you suggest? I have a few ideas in mind, but at this point I'll try anything to ease the situation for both me and the pig. So all suggestions are welcome.

(And to make up for my odd absenteeism and boring dog-post, I'll have two - count 'em, two - giveaways for you in the next week or so. Cuz when I apologize, I do it with FREE STUFF. So there.)


4 comments:

Leah McNulty said...

Luckily I've never dealt with this personally, and Ryder came pretty much perfectly crate trained (knock on wood). That being said, I've learned with most dog training the key is lots of treats, and to start with small victories then build on them.

Leah McNulty said...

In this case, try putting high value treats in her crate with the door open and stay home. Don't force her in, just let her learn that the crate is a safe, yummy place. Eventually up the ante and close the door just for a second & praise the hell out of her. Keep adding longer periods of time until she's comfortable, then try leaving for a short period of time.

Leah McNulty said...

Lots if lots if yummy treats & praise every time, any always end the training on a positive note

Kris Goetz said...

Yup, that's what I did when I first crate-trained. And what I do when I leave her uncrated... guess I just have to start over again and hope it sticks!

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