in the crate when leaving or at night time. Look at this sad little creature whose mother has the nerve to put him in jail!
The night was a rough one. Lots of crying and yelping. At times he almost sounded like a monkey screaming. I laid on the floor in front of the crate for awhile (after I swore I wouldn't do it again. I spent the whole night in front of his kennel at the hotel in Flagstaff.). I realized, that even though my floor was more comfortable than a dirty hotel floor this had to stop.
12:50- crying again. Out we went to potty. Good boy!
2:50- Again. Same results.
5:30- Up, outside. Chicken wing for breakfast.
9:00- Made us leave (with Caprice) for coffee so Canon could have more alone experience.
We left the house to the sound of crying. When we returned it was quiet-- for awhile. Now he's sleeping at my feet. Respite for all of us!
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