Ole's foster mom crate trained him before he took his big airplane rides up to Alaska. He doesn't love being in the crate, but he loves looking for "cookies" inside it! I fed him in his crate for quite some time and only recently stopped because I moved the crate upstairs so I could actually sit at my kitchen table. Sofia loved finding treats in the crate, too, and had started periodically investigating it. One day when there was a thunder storm, I told Sofia that she could hide in the "little house" instead of under my bed, and she went in there and curled up in a little ball for the duration.
Months had gone by since that thunderstorm. One day I was washing dishes in the kitchen and turned around to find this!
Ole was there giving her courage.
So I thought I'd reward them and tossed a handful of "cookies" (dog food) in the crate.
They fit in there pretty well, don't they?
