Graduation Day: Kenzo Transitions Out of the Crate
Today we folded up the crate and put it away. This was by no means an overnight decision. It has been on my mind but I had not taken any steps to start the process until a month or so ago. That was when Kenzo put his big boy pants on in a manner of speaking. He turned two years old. Coincidently he chose this same time frame to start protesting being crated when I left the house long enough for clients.
The routine up until this time had always been that Siri and Trent were loose in my bedroom and Kenzo was crated in the same room with that door closed. I have long since considered my bedroom the quietest and calmest seeming room in my house. Living in the city with guarding and guardian breeds meant that I tried very hard to reduce their need to feel that they had to guard the homestead while I was out. The bedroom has always been the logical choice to avoid the majority of the sounds of activity in my neighborhood.
Before Kenzo, Merlin, Kera Siri and Trent were loose together in that room for most of their life together when home alone. When Trent initially joined us, he was crated in that room until I was comfortable with their interactions.
For about the past year when I only planned on being gone an hour or two locally, I often left them all loose with the run of the entire house. I initially started that process with quick trips to the store down the street and progressed from there. That set up always went well, but my thoughts on that were that because they had the entire house to move around in, they were less likely to have any bad interactions between them. Kenzo would never harm Siri and vice versa but Trent is insecure and I wasn’t sure whether I was comfortable with them in less space when alone yet.
Trent likes to hang out upstairs a lot and Siri and Kenzo hang out in the kitchen unless we are all in the living room or bedroom. But when Kenzo initially refused to go into the crate after smacking himself in the bum with the crate door accidentally as I was leaving for a client, I was unsure how to handle it. He spooks easily about things like that and I knew he wasn’t going back in without some work on my part that I did not have time for at that very moment. So I settled on the whole house set up for the first couple of days. On day three, he again went into the crate but day four he said no again.
Day four gave me a new set up to try that I had been mulling over for several months. I left them all loose with access to both upstairs bedrooms and baby gated the top of the stairs. This solved the problem of the too close of quarters in the one bedroom for three dogs, with one male being twice the size of the other. And it also solved the problem of potential activity on my back porch where the mail and packages would be delivered, causing a need to guard the castle.
Kenzo automatically went into the spare bedroom to get his Kong as this is where he usually laid down while I showered. I gave the other two their Kongs in their usual spots. I had already set up another water bowl in the spare bedroom. I sprayed calming lavender essential oils and left many of Kenzo’s favorite toys and antlers out. The only thing that I worried about was Kenzo knocking the baby gate down to go downstairs. I needn’t have worried about that. Kenzo respects barriers. He also spooks easily about things such as that and if he had knocked the gate over, he would have steered clear of it and stayed upstairs.
So now we have a new routine and Kenzo no longer heads upstairs with reluctance when it’s clear I am heading out for a bit. They are calm and happy and this makes me happy. So the message here is integrating can happen easily if you take it step by step. Trust is earned. Good interactions between your crew members are crucial for such a step. Your crew must have some manners between one another before even considering something like this. Impulse control is key. As is trusting your instincts. Some households may never have the dogs loose together when home alone and that is okay. Do what is right for your own situation and you cannot go wrong.
Take a moment below to share how you handle your crew’s home alone set up.
Congratulations Kenzo! Sounds like you are wearing those big boy pants well.
Most all of my guys have been crated at one point or another until I am confident nothing will be chewed, peed on, and all are comfortable with each other. All of my dogs have been rescued as young adults so crate time has varied from 2 days to 6 months. Alley was only crated for 2 days as crating caused her great anxiety. We were lucky she did well with the others and appeared to be housebroken. Typically they are confined to the main level of the house, but since our latest arrived I have been leaving my bedroom door open as Alley, our oldest at 10-11 enjoys time away from the boys. We are also fortunate they are typically never home alone for more than a 6 hour stretch and I have the luxury of exercising them in the mornings. Oakley loved the crate and I left it up and open for years. We have since replaced his crate with a indoor cushioned dog house.
Usually when I get home Duffer is hanging in the kitchen, Oakley on his chair or in his house in the office and Alley is upstairs. It is what works for us at this point in time for this particular group of dogs. Might not work for others.
Yay for Kenzo! I also utilize a baby gate at the top of my stairs, giving my two free roam access to the upstairs only. My bedroom is the place where everyone tends to gather, regardless of gate being open or closed…so they are quite content. There is a spare bedroom as well where the tortoise lives (in her enclosure). The dogs arent focused on any front porch activity and they are safe upstairs in the event another family member comes in while I am not home. Having a swinging baby gate came in handy when I decided that was how I wanted to arrange them when I was away. It also gave me peace of mind knowing that my cat had access to the upstairs and downstairs (I leave a space between the gate and the floor so he can get through), in case he wanted to get away from the big beasts (oddly enough, I usually find him hanging out with the dogs on the bed anyway). The cat knowing he had his downstairs sanctuary made him happy as well. This arrangement has worked well for us