So today we got a crate for Dorian. He already had a cage, which was handy and useful, but this was a solid top to bottom crate. No way could he be able to claw his way out through the bottom, and the rest of the crate was made from the same black-wire as he previous cage. This meant, he immediately knew what to do with it.
Along with the crate, we got a crate pad. It fit perfectly in the bottom, and as we assembled the crate Zuri gave the pad her immediate approval by plopping down and sleeping on it. Dorian was still too afraid of the crate, as we assembled it, due to it being too new.
Once it was assembled, we put in the pad, a chew toy, and he was instantly inside, checking it out. All day we’ve gotten him used to being in it, having the gate locked, or open, or closed and unlocked. Basically, we worked with him to normalize it. As it was made from a familiar material, and served a similar function, his little canine brain took a hold of it promptly.
After dinner, and a trip outside, we put him in the cage, and out he went. Fast asleep, and twitching the deep dreams of dogs chasing dream rabbits.