In which my dog pits her crate...

Crating isn’t new. It’s a very effective training tool - basically, the idea is to provide a “den” for your dog when you’re away, keeping him safe from household dangers and keeping your house safe from mass destruction. Also, it is used as a tool for housebreaking, as a puppy will almost never soil its crate. It will rather raise a fuss and ask to be let out - you can see how this helps teach the notion of “ask to go relieve yourself”.

Crate training also is a blessing if your dog ends up sick or injured and his movement has to be restricted. With crating, you know exactly where the dog is, and he can’t run around hurting himself. If he’s at the vet, he’s also less likely to freak out, because the crate isn’t a foreign element to him.

For those of us who work with working animals, the crates have been used for a VERY long time for transport - it’s safer to put the dogs in crate in the vans, safely secured to the vehicle’s “floor” than to have bouncing labs who hop over seats and become projectiles in case of accident.

It’s also a great way to keep a dog out of the way when you’re out tracking or doing SAR work - when on site, it remains crated with a chew toy or something to do until it’s time to work, and you have your hands free to get your info, get your maps, talk to other people, without having to worry about your working dog getting into things, or being in the way.

While Zap just had a bad experience with her crate because she tipped it over, she is also safer in there (or penned) than loose in the house. She’s an Aussie With A Mission, which involves finding things to do, when I’m not home. She will happily go find something to chew or tear apart, or will see squirrels in the back yard and bark like a madwoman, or will pick a fight with another household dog over a toy. Crated, she can’t. She has her Kong, stuffed with goodies, and that keeps her busy if she’s awake. Otherwise, she sleeps.

Crates are also very useful when you have guests over and you don’t want the dogs running around - face it, we have 3 in the house right now, so it can get pretty chaotic, no matter how well trained they all are… if coats or harnesses are not on, dogs are being dogs… with a good chew or a stuffed Kong, crate 'em up, and they keep themselves busy while you don’t have to worry about them.

Valen, who is prone to separation anxiety, NEEDS his crate. I made the mistake of “taking it away” from him this year, and with all our moving around and such, he totally freaked out on us. We thought he was sick - he’d sit and pant and shake all morning after lno left for work, and if I’d leave too, he was in a TOTAL frenzy. Turns out it was pure separation anxiety. Now that he’s got a “house” (crate) again, he’s FINE. He sleeps in there all the time (even when we’re home and its door is open), hides his favourite toys in there, an takes his favourite chews in, knowing that Zap and Spanky will NOT go into his house. That’s HIS safe spot.

Crates should never be used as a punishment for the dogs. It’s their safe spot. Some, who were abused, or in the pound with issues, continue having issues with being penned up and crated. Most pups raised well from puppyhood take to crates readily, even if they fuss a little when they’re little.

:slight_smile: Hope that answers that.

Crate wise, mom has wire crates. Smrt woman, cuz I chewed through plastic as a puppy too. I like the ex-pen a lot, that’s pretty ok cuz it’s a bit bigger and I have more room for MORE TOYS. 'Course, I’m all growed up so I don’t piddle in the house anymore. You still have that to learn, kid.

Whatever you do, when you’re in the show ring, and your mom tries to stack you nicely, go ahead and smooch the judge on his forehead. Your mom will LOVE that. Oh! And when the judge tries to feel your shoulder layback, start squirming. A LOT. Same for when you show your bite. SQUIRM.

Oh! And when mom gaits you around the ring, or front and back, RUN and POUNCE. And then, just for shits n’ giggles, stand like you’re a german shepherd. Your mom will wanna kick your ass, and then you can outrun her in the gaitin’ again! :smiley:

Oooooh! And if you make the cut in your class and go into the BOB ring, go down and back and then pee in front of the judge instead of stakin’ for him n’ showin’ off that Border Collie grin.

Mom says I behave like an ass in the ring. It’s so much FUN.

Zap, CGC, TDI, TT (and 1 CD leg, damnit!)
(7 pts CKC - including a major n’ a puppy group 2!)
(now workin’ on my ASCA Ch. since I’m in the states again!)

I take it you’ve never been stabbed by an ill-behaved child in a restaurant.

True story. If the little $#!% had anything sharper than a butter knife, I’d probably be out a kidney. Parents are just as clueless as everybody else.

On the other hand, I’ve never been bitten by a dog. :smiley:

I’ve been punched in the face by a child having a tantrum in a restaurant in the booth behind us. And there was also the time at a very busy IHOP when a parent let a kid run about the aisles and he knocked a coffee pot off a table - the lid flew off and there was hot coffee flung everywhere. He almost tripped the waitress as well.

On the other hand, the London pub dogs were all quiet and polite. I was not even sniffed or licked. So I guess the mileage varies on this question :). I must say I was very impressed by the dogs of London - it definitely gave me the impression that the British spend more time on properly training their dogs than many people here in the US.

But back to the crate thing - they, and baby gates, are excellent to have around the house when visitors come over. Our guests know we have dogs, and thus do not mind interacting with them, but when work needs to be done on the house, that’s another matter. Some of those folks are afraid of dogs, and sometimes the doors need to be left open so they can get their work done. Crates and gates keep doggies away from nervous folks and prevent them (the dogs, that is!) from escaping.

My attitude to dogs is that if my visitors don’t like them, they can ignore the dogs who will eventually go away and ignore the visitor. I think there must be some cultural differences to bringing up dogs, possibly stemming from US dog owners being afraid to be sued? We tend to chill out here a bit more, but this is changing due to the increased number of dog attacks and irresponsible dog owners.
I have never heard of crating - other than with working dogs eg police, farm, sniffer who are transported in crates but have runs or are loose at home.
Our dogs have a space which is theirs - ie, their beds, but are free to roam around the house whenever they like. I would never think of sticking a dog in a crate in his/her own home - makes me think of a Skinner box.

MelCthefirst:

It may be a cultural thing, partially. I do teach music out of my home, though, and I know Zap is still very much spring-loaded and I’d rather not have her run around pouncing on the kids :wink: Some people, like my grandfather, are terrified of dogs. He also had a knee replaced, and he can’t take (for example) my parents’ 75lb Golden Retriever knocking him in the knees.

Some people see crates as evil cages of doom, sure… but some dogs, like my toller, can’t live without 'em. I’ve seen him get annoyed with a visiting child, once, and instead of responding in a “bad dog” way, he went up to his crate, and closed the door himself. Sure, he coudln’t lock it, but the kid got the point. :wink: He could have reacted the same way to a dog bed, I suppose, but he doesn’t like softy plushy things. He likes the hard surface of his crate pan, likes that he’s enclosed, and hides the stuff he wants to protect in there. Spanky still has some housebreaking issues when we leave him loose. If he is crated, however, he has no issues. In fact, since we’ve been crating him, we’ve had no accidents in the house while we were away.

My dogs have the run of the house when I’m home. It works well. When I’m not home, they’re crated (or penned), keeping them away from things that could hurt them… you have to understand… the MASDs (Multi-assignment service dogs) are hand picked for the job/training program… this means we get some pretty smart cookies who know how to get into trouble.

Zap and Valen used to team up to tip over the food bin. It required two dogs to accomplish: one to hold down the handle on one side (balance) and the other to nudge or tug the lid loose, dive in, and spew out mouthfuls to the floor. Both of them know how to open the fridge door (assuming there’s a pull cloth on the handle), and both get into cupboards. Zap’s dam, Rumor, was found on the COUNTERTOPS one day, surfing through the cabinets to find something to… snack on. It runs in the family. Oy. Zap gets into closets, and then locks herself in. Valen knows how to get into the pantry, nudge the new food bins open, and serve himself a snack. Zap has a nasty habit of turning on household appliances (mainly the TV and the DVD player), and she tends to “steal” things and then hide them under the bed or somewhere equally creative. And then, there are the dreaded squirrels in the back yard (we’re right up against the forest)… if one dog barks, they all join in. My poor neighbours…

Loose when I’m not home? I think not. :wink: My guys are used to the command “bedtime!” and seem happy to see me leave (hey, it works for them, they get chewies n’ stuffed Kongs!) and happy to see me come back. It’s also very useful for work, of course, where crating makes a huge difference in training halls when we want to work one dog at a time, and such… :slight_smile:

sniff

I miss my dog.

http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/m/j/mjo181/matchespage.html

R.I.P. Matches 11/6/03

Everyone, give your dogs a hug for me. Thanks.

Jelly

Dear Hurshell:

Mommy said I was supposed to read them. I think they are yummy, too!

Tino

Mom says she wants to write a book called:

** When bad dogs happen to good owners…**

She usually says it lookin’ at me, too.

Wonder what it means.

Zap

When I got a crate for Kelly I read all this crate-training information and all these warnings. “Make sure the door’s propped open really well because if the door closes on your dog as it’s entering it’ll freak.” “Make sure you don’t force your dog into the crate or it’ll get a complex.” “Give your dog plenty of time to get used to the crate; it make take several weeks.” Warning after warning after warning.

By that time I was good and paranoid. I got a crate anyhow, carefully propped open the door, tossed in some chew toys, and waited…oh, about 35 seconds…for her to get into it.

The bitch didn’t come out for three days.

Dear Zap, et al;
FOOLISH CANINES! To this day I am astonished that you put up with this, this “Crating”. To be sure, I once had to endure that indignity, but that was when I was small and fit in my servants’ hand. Now, I am large and mighty. By simply being sedate(read: Sluglike) 95% of the time, Being imprisioned is a thing of the past. I have total reign over my Castle. If I desire to lie on the couch, so be it. If I desire to lay at the top of the stairs in the middle of the night, so be it. Because of mellowness, foolish attempts at “domestication” by the Bald Ones rarely occur.

The fact that you refer to your Monkeys as “Mommy” and “Daddy” only show that you’ve been snowballed into their propaganda machine. If you hade the insight of my species, you’d have realised there sole worth long time ago…to feed you and use a laser pointer for entertainment.

And now, I must go and lie in the front hallway, where I will block entry whenever one of the humans return from their days labor! Mwwwahahahah!

Big Willy, A.k.a. “Thudmonster”

Big Willy

Hmm…apprently the cursed monkey language I entered in does not allow all to see and bask in my glory…
A moment…
Big Willy, Lord of all He surveys

Wow.

Big Willy is the fatest cat I have ever seen. My Bumblebee pales in comparison. When I get home I will apologise to her for trying to put her on a diet.

Elenfair, you so nailed what an aussie must be thinking. Very rewarding, but VERY challenging dogs (and why are the males mellow and easy going, and the females such little psycho terrors?) :smiley:

My puppy boy aussie sighs happily and retires to his crate himself when he’s tired. My girl, who if she weren’t a miniature, would happily rip a stranger’s arm off, must be crated when workmen come over, and gives off highly, incredulous, insulted, angry barks if any one looks her direction when she DOES find herself in this situation.

Thank so much…I really needed that. That was so very funny. I think I need to go to the bathroom now.

CanvasShoes: What IS IT with the boys?

Zap’s dad, Brewster, is a laid back, chillin’ out sort of dude. Sure, he likes to go run with his owner, but other than that, the Big Bad Brew is pretty mellow.

All the boys from that litter are pretty laid back too. The girls? Nuh-uh. Trivia’s goin’ about 50 miles per hour. Zap’s totally bananas. Tess is a whirlwind… NUTS, I tell you, NUTS!

Maybe it’s a drive thing. Some herding instructors swear by the girls, when it comes to aussies. I just swear.

In general. :wink:

Dear Zap,

My name is Rusty and I’m a golden retriever. I was found running wild all shot up with BBs, so I was pretty happy when Mommy brought me to live with her and spoil me and all. Of course, she didn’t like it when I got scared by a thunderstorm and ripped the door frame off the master bedroom door trying to get to her (even though she was out of town at the time and it was silly Daddy who’d left me home alone for a whole 20 minutes when a thunderstorm came along), so she decided I needed one of those evil Crates of Doom, too, to keep me from hurting myself or something. Sheesh. Just because I go into a blind, screaming panic when there’s a stroke of lightning within 30 miles or so. Do I really deserve a jail sentence just because she got a a $250 carpenter bill?

But I showed her! She had to wrestle me into the crate, and since I weigh 70 pounds it was more work for her than for me. And then I panicked and banged around and made her think I was going to hurt myself really badly or something. So she left me in there for about ten minutes two or three times and then gave up. Now she gives me my lovely drugs twice a day, and she got me an Anxiety Wrap[sup]TM[/sup] to help me calm down during storms, and she even talked Daddy into letting me snuggle on the couch with her even when there’s not a storm, and I don’t ever have to go into that nasty old crate again!

I’ve never caught a squirrel, either, although I sure love to try. And the Evil Cat that Lives in the Master Bedroom; I like to try to catch her, too, but she just sits on the roof and tease me. Nasty ol’ cats, don’t even know how to play right! But that’s okay; my little brother Isaac, the yellow lab, and I love to wrestle and try to kill each other. I always win 'cause I’m the alpha dog, so that’s fun. He can’t catch squirrels, either, though. Mommy tells me that the dog who lived with them before me, Casey, caught a mouse once, but I don’t believe her; she was a golden retriever, too, and it wouldn’t be fair if she could catch one and I can’t!

Woof,
Rusty