That was a first

I've never had a large dog crawl into my lap and then pee on me before.

Thanks, Brogan!



Brogan is afraid of his crate. He refuses to come every night and tries to hide somewhere he can see/hear me, but I can't see him (Separation anxiety makes for a poor hide-and-go-seek competitor).

Shane was napping, so I decided to do another round of 'no, the crate is not evil.'

I sat down right in front of the crate entrance with a handful of treats. My goal was to get Brogan to sit in the cage, pet him, and make sure he ate his food. I put the food bowl in the crate at one point to give him an incentive to go in, but he'd rather starve.

I called for Brogan. At first, he refused to come. He'd look at me across two rooms, wag, and duck around the corner. Then Brogan would realize he couldn't see me. He'd look at me across two rooms, wag, and duck around the corner. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

I lowered my voice and called again. This time, Brogan charged full of anxious energy. The dog dived into my lap and then did a submission pee. From my perspective it was "Whoa! He's in my la....warm. You didn't...you did."

"Thanks."

The opening line to the blog post occurred to me right then and there. I was annoyed and amused simultaneously.

I shoved Brogan into the crate and before he could run away I hopped in too. I don't know if that's Crate Training 101 or a crate training 'never-ever,' but it was the only way to calm him down. He ate his food while I petted him and I eventually transitioned to sitting just outside the cage.

It was around that time Shane woke up crying. I had to run and change out of pee pants and Brogan made a mad dash for freedom the moment I looked like I was getting up.

It's going to be a process, but we'll get there eventually. The dog is lucky I feel bonded to him already.