Saturday, March 17, 2012

Caged Bird Singing

When I was a kid we lived on the corner of a large busy road and a small busy-ish road. I had a little sand pit in the front yard. My parents fenced it in chicken wire with a little gate that latched. My mother tells me that I loved to play in long as the gate was open. If it was closed I simply sat and cried, presumably at top volume. So she could never let me play outside with the comfort of knowing I was safely confined.

Over the last two weeks I have had reports from 3 different neighbors that my dog has been crying off and on all day. He's been crated for a number of reasons and I know that he cries but I've also tested him and know it's only when he hears someone in the hallway. Dude likes little better than an audience. Since the neighbors only hear him when they're in the hallway their experience is that he is crying all day.

I have taken to uncrating him during the day and dealing with the other issues because I can't take the shame.

By the way, I apparently got a dog who is just like me.