I’ve written a lot about the saga of Shiva, her crate, and all my angst therein. It thrilled me to bits and pieces when eight months or so ago she felt comfortable enough to spend the night outside of her den. We started small, just giving her the run of the house on weekend nights. It wasn’t long before she had replaced the bed in her crate with a spot on the couch. I was so happy that she was capable of relaxing without us in the room. It was a milestone.
If she can hang out in the living room at night, I thought, maybe she’ll be ready to give up her security blanket during the day as well. My fingers were firmly crossed.
Sadly, in this new environment, Shiva isn’t quite so at ease as she first appeared. The first few nights were a little rocky but that was to be expected. However, they haven’t really gotten any better. A few nights ago, after listening to her whine and pace until two in the morning, I had to face reality. Shiva is just too anxious to handle freedom. In our new house with its new sounds and smells, she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. I crawled out of bed and guided her into her crate with a sigh.
The instant I closed the door, Shiva curled up and went to sleep. Finally able to relax.
My feelings about this are definitely mixed. On the one hand it is obvious she feels better with the safety net of her own space. On the other, I hate having to put her in there again when I thought we were done with all that. I am projecting. I know this. Shiva is happier when she knows what to expect.
Logically I know the crate is what she needs. It’s probably only temporary until she regains her confidence. Hopefully. But all the logic doesn’t really count for anything when all I see is my poor puppy behind bars.
It’s hard being a human.