Today I decided to check in on how Plato and Sascha are feeling about the crates that have been sitting around the house collecting dust for the last 2 months. I kept telling myself I would start crate training them tomorrow, but now it is December 4th and they are going to be in a crate on a plane for 9 hours in 13 days. Dang. Turns out I have a crate failure and a crate prodigy.
The last time Plato was in a crate was the summer of 2006 when he was about 10 weeks old. It didn't go so well. He cried literally ALL NIGHT. Let's be honest, he wasn't the only one. I tried to tough it out, but do you realize how hard it is to be tough on a little bundle of mopey cuteness such as this??
At some point someone must have told him the sad, dejected puppy face suited him. Hey, it got him out of crate - and into the bed.
Let's just say that the arrival of the crates this time around was a rude awakening. Anyway, I figured the best way to entice Plato to actually enter the crate would be to throw a tennis ball in it, his absolute favorite thing in the entire world.
Pathetic! Especially after you see this.
Have you ever seen such ease and grace? I think not. Poetry in motion. The crate prodigy. You probably need to watch it again to catch the subtle nuances of her performance.
Plato, we have a long way to go in 2 weeks.
