I know most of you who read my blog have indoor pets and will probably think horrible things about me, but, when I first got Tippy, she was strictly an outside dog. She did stay in my enclosed (heated and air conditioned) garage at night, in a crate, but was not allowed inside the house. I never had indoor dogs as a child, so really didn’t even consider the possibility, especially since she had so much energy and was chewing everything she could get her mouth on.
When she was about a year old, my trainer (A.C.) kept her for a few days while I went on a trip. She let Tippy stay inside her house, with her own dogs, and said she had no issues at all. She didn’t get into anything and let A.C. know if she needed to go outside to potty. So, I decided I would try it and see how she did.
A.C. talked me through how to introduce her to the house and how to let her know that she needed to be calm when she was inside. She did great. She never had an accident in the house and never chewed up or bothered anything. Even though she loved to chew on twigs and logs, she didn’t touch the pile of firewood I had beside the fireplace. I only had to tell her to leave it alone once, and she never went back. I believe she truly understands that there is a difference in what is allowed outside versus inside.
Still, I wanted my bedroom to be a “Tippy free” zone. She quickly learned her boundaries and, for the most part, abided by them. It took me another few months before I felt comfortable enough to leave her out of her crate when I wasn’t going to be in the same room, like when I took a shower or was asleep. It turned out that I had nothing to worry about, but I did. Eventually, I started letting her sleep wherever she wants to, within her boundaries. Sometimes, she choses her crate, but it is more likely that she will be on the couch, loveseat, or living room floor.
She is a little afraid of the vacuum cleaner, so, when she is inside and I am vacuuming the living room, she goes into the bedroom to “get away.” I decided that was okay. Of course, she took advantage of that, and now I let her sleep in there during the day. For some reason, her favorite spot for an afternoon nap is under the bedroom window.
At night, she still sleeps in the living room and NEVER comes into the bedroom. That is why this morning was so sweet.
I woke up about 6:30 am with a cramp in the calf of my leg. My reaction was “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.” I didn’t say it very loudly, but Tippy heard and came in to check on me. I told her thanks and gave her some lovin’ while I stretched out the muscle. She moved down to my leg, which was hanging over the edge of the bed, rubbed up against it, and then laid down in the floor. I was going to let her stay there until I got up, but, she voluntarily moved back into the living room in about 5 minutes. I think she just wanted to make sure I was okay. You can’t get much sweeter than that!