
Have you heard that rescued dogs are more prone to behavior problems? I hadn’t, so you can imagine my surprise when my new Corgi / Cattle Dog mix nearly destroyed my kitchen beyond repair when I left him home alone for the first time. The minute I pulled into my parking lot – a football field’s length from the apartment – I could hear his panicked barks. He was harried when I found him with wide, bloodshot eyes and a red nose (a look he now reproduces every time I take him to get his nails clipped). Even though I’d left him only a couple of hours, he’d ripped the baby gates from the wall, torn his wicker bed to sawdust, chewed up a dish towel and left deep claw marks in the lower cabinets.
As a young woman who worked full time and lived in an apartment with zero tolerance for barking, I had only one choice: doggy daycare. If I were to come clean, I’d admit that I was so thrilled at the thought of all-day play sessions for my energetic little guy that I’d have happily shelled out the $500 each month even if I weren’t up against this particular hurdle. But to the rest of the world (which seemed to think I was nuts for even considering it), I would ask, “what’s $500 when you’re facing eviction?”
Even though I absolutely worshiped the concept of doggy daycare, it wasn’t a permanent solution. After all, their hours were limited and I didn’t want to spend EVERY evening and weekend at home. I had to find a more permanent solution.
Dogs are operational learners, God love them for it. The trick to getting them to behave the way you’d like is to make it pay off for them. Fortunately for me, a negative reaction to being left alone is most likely to occur within the first 10 minutes. I knew if I could get Bentley to handle that, eight hours would be no problem.
Who knew the first 10 minutes would be SO difficult? It took me several months of training to build up to it. We started with 2 seconds, 5 seconds and then 10. We moved gradually to one minute, then two. We had setbacks, of course, and started over many times. But with Bentley on one side of the door, me on the other and lots of treats and praise for well-behaved responses, we eventually got there.
I also kept my arrivals and departures low-key. As much as I’d have loved to give him big kisses goodbye and scoop him up for hugs when I got home, I knew that if I made a big deal about our time apart, he would too. So as I got ready to leave, it was strictly business. I kept the same attitude when I arrived home.
The key to our success was making Bentley’s alone time special for him. Before I left for work in the morning, I set out Bentley’s favorite toys that are strictly reserved for the occasion. Bentley was and still is a very strong chewer and playing with toys unattended can be dangerous, so I was very careful to choose toys labeled as “indestructible” and test them out while I was home to supervise. The pièce de résistance was the Kong, which I loaded with a treat and threw to him as I shut the door behind me. Once caught on to the routine, Bentley actually looked forward to weekday mornings!
Nearly three years later, I’m happy to say the days of destroyed kitchens are a thing of the past and doggy daycare is now just an occasional indulgence. Once we got past that first 10 minutes, we were home free. I’ve stuck religiously to our routine and Bentley hasn’t let me down once.
Now if only I could get him to stop following me into the bathroom...
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