I have a string of several posts I'm preparing from what I did this weekend, but in the interim I thought I'd share a little love from the Labradors:

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This is Trooper's usual method of attack.  He'll nab on to Cosette's neck and tug her around.  He's never biting hard enough to hurt her, and she'll correct him if he gets too rough, but this routine of theirs is neverending.  They'll stop for breaks to chew on toys or chase each other around the house, but sometimes I look at Cosette and can't help but think she looks like a wornout mother with a newborn and a set of two-year-old twins running around.  She looks beat, but happy.  Sometimes Trooper gets to be a little too much too often for her, and she'll go to the big wire crate we have in the office, paw open the door, climb inside, and then pull the crate door shut with her teeth.  Now that's when I can tell she's done:  when she puts herself in a timeout. 
 

This is Cosette's best impression of the quintessential performer.  Be sure and watch the whole video.  :)  This was a one-time filming, so pull up a chair and watch the magic unfold.  (The sounds of whining belong to Trooper, who was crated right next to Cosette's dance floor.  He just wants in on the action.)

 

This is the daily wrestle that happens once every 47 seconds.

 
Now that Trooper is 4 months old, I've been trying to let him have a little freedom with his schedule, especially as it relates to crate time.  I believe in the crate training method for my dogs, but I think that it is a method that requires adjustment based on the individual dog.  For instance, Cosette required minimal crating as a puppy.  Minimally meaning that I crated her at night until she had a significant amount of housebroken time underneath her and just a few hours during the day when I couldn't be directly supervising her.  

At about 6 months of age, I let her have the kitchen alone unsupervised.  She did well, except when dishtowels were out.  She ate a few corners off some rugs, so I learned to pull the dishtowels off the stove and pick up the rugs when I left her for the day.  Otherwise, she had no accidents and didn't destroy anything else.  At about a year, though, she had a bit of a relapse.  She would definitely start getting into clothes, towels, toilet paper, trash - whatever was lying around without a lid on it – even when I was home.  No amount of stuffed Kongs, toys, or rawhide chews would suffice.  I had wanted to move her into the spare bedroom (strangely attached to the kitchen in this house), but not with her behaving like this.  A little confused, I started crating her during the day when I couldn't watch her.  I kept her crated during the unsupervised times for about six months, at which point she was 1.5 years old.  At this point in time, we also discovered that if she had a window to look out, she wasn’t getting into anything.  I slowly started uncrating (de-crating?) her during the day and allowed her to have reign over the kitchen and the spare bedroom.  The spare bedroom faces the street with a large window that is level with her head, so I’d open the shades in the morning; apparently this was enough to satisfy her previously bored state, and I have had absolutely no problems with her since.  This is a Lab, people.  Labs are renowned for destroying things until they are 2 and 3, sometimes older.  I don’t have enough evidence to say that this was necessarily a nature thing (“Cosette is a good dog”) or a nurture thing (“combined with strict obedience, positive reward structures, and crate training”), but I do think dog development occurs at an individual pace, and some ‘techniques’ might be better than others for certain dogs. 

With Trooper, the first night I left him in his crate and he was miserable – cried for about an hour, then woke up in the middle of the night crying, and then woke up very early crying.  I had to teach at 9 a.m. that morning, and I was not in the mood to do it again the following evening.  So, I crated Cosette and Trooper together in a large wire crate I have in my office.    He slept beautifully.  No sound until 6:30 a.m. – I was so impressed.  Just the comfort of having Cosette with him seemed to calm him down quite a bit.  At night for the past few months, I have crated him in his smaller crate with Cosette in the same room (not in the same crate) in the guest bedroom.  This has seemed to work out very well.  I’ve slowly started to bring Cosette out and let her meander around the house while he stays in his crate; he didn’t like this at first but has seemed to grow used to it.  I wanted to do this primarily because if I ever travel alone with him (and not with Cosette tagging along), I want him to be okay in hotel rooms/houses by himself in the crate with Cosette not there.  

We are now at the stage that he is becoming almost reliably potty-trained, and I’m starting to let him have a little bit more freedom during the day.   This means that while I never, ever leave him loose while I’m out of the house, I’ve started to just let Trooper and Cosette “hang out” with open doors while I work in my home office.  They seem to be keeping themselves quietly entertained for the most part with all their chew toys.  This plan so far is working nicely.  Hopefully soon I will be able to leave him uncrated at all times when I’m home, and not just when I have time to keep an ear/eye on him. 

I think the next few steps are to let him have more unstructured free time, then to start leaving them in the kitchen for a few minutes while I leave the house, stretch that out to an hour if all goes well, and then look into buying him his own bed to lie on.  But, he’s pretty chewy right now so I want to make sure that phase is under control first.  He’s definitely had to be crated a little more than Cosette was when she was a puppy, but maybe he won’t need the intermediate crating as he grows older.  

Hopefully, within a year, I’ll have two awesome Labs that can be trusted completely loose inside the house; but until then, I’ll just enjoy Trooper’s puppydom and all the joys that come with PUPPINESS!

 

Total dog-attention-capturer.  I fill up a Kong-like toy with a special formula of dog treat and it entertains them for quite some time.  They each pick alternate ends and go to town; and of course one of them will pick it up and carry it elsewhere, making the other trail after in hot pursuit.  In short, I think I'm more entertained than they are.

 
 

They do this ALL.  DAY.  LONG. 

No one expects THE PUPPY!  Actually, Trooper's cut down on the barking significantly.  He mostly deep-throat growls while he is wrestling now.

 

My god, from the sounds that Trooper is making you'd think someone was either ripping out his soul or pulling out his toenails one by one.  I'm not sure which.  It's a mix between a yak falling down a mountain, and a manatee mating call.  I mean, seriously.  Aruu woo woo ruuuuuu. 

Ah, tis the life of crate-training a puppy.  He's okay if Cosette is in the larger wire crate with him, and he's okay if he's alone in the house (with Cosette in the same room), but if he knows I am here, all hell breaks loose from his vocal cords. 

This week we have to board them at the vet's kennel, which is going to throw such a monkey wrench into my crate-training house-breaking plans.  We will be gone Tues-Sun out of state and have no choice but to board them.  Cosette will be fine, she's stayed there about 10 times without incident.  It's the little one I'm worried about.  And I don't fear for his safety (in fact, not at all), it's that I fear all the bad habits they will most likely instill in him.  Since he is a puppy, he has to be kept away from all the other dogs because he doesn't have the immunity they do yet.  This means that he and Cosette will be boarded separately, which means that the vet's office is in for quite the manatee mating call/yak falling down a mountainside.  And they of course will smother him with attention any time he howls, which only reinforces the bad behavior.  Whatever good I've done over the past week and a half will be undone within a day at the kennel.  Cosette always comes back with bad leash habits, even though I insist they use her pinch collar.  Instead, they tuck it away in a drawer and let her be clipped to little nylon collars and leads for her walks.  She is a Lab, she will pull.  Especially when they are afraid to give her punishment for not heeling.  So, for about 4 or 5 days, Cosette always comes back a little rambunctious on the lead which annoys me to no end.  I expect Trooper will be even worse, especially when it comes to howling and puppy barking. 

Watch out, vet's office.  I'm bringing you a manatee today.

 
 

I've been really happy with the way Cosette and Trooper are getting along.  Cosette is making it so much easier to raise a puppy.  Though she can't explain to him why he shouldn't jump off tall buildings, or drink from containers with the word poison on them, she can play with him in a way that teaches him how not to bite hard with his puppy teeth.  She also curls up next to him at night to give him comfort when he's asleep.  She can lead him the right way, out into the chilling, pouring rain to show him where he should relieve himself.  She can also lead by example of not jumping on furniture or counters - not that he's anywhere tall enough to do that, what with his height being right around my knee right now - but she is showing him how to be nice and sit and wait for food.  She also spends an inordinate amount of time playing with him, tolerating his ear biting, and his neck chewing, and how he steals her toys from her and chews on them himself.  She plays tug-of-war at his level, and allows him to climb on her, attack her with his ferocious puppy bark.  She's shown incredible patience to this little bundle of warm, soft, cuddly adorableness, and although I think he just views her as alpha female dog for now, I suspect that in the months and years to come they will be evolve into best buds, into a swirling, energetic mess of black and brown.