Poor Gavin.  He’s very confused.  Our kitchen is the coldest room in the house.  Gavin’s crate has been in the kitchen since he arrived here at the age of eight weeks.  He’s now eight years old.  I moved his crate to the living room tonight.  With the dreadfully cold weather we’ve had lately, he’s been fussing at night in his crate trying to cover himself with his bedding. 

     I did some rearranging of furniture a few hours ago and his crate is now next to Patty’s.  (Oh, yeah this has also confused her a bit.)  When I moved Gavin’s crate, he was busy getting a belly tickle from DH so he really didn’t notice.  When DH finished, I showed Gavin where his crate was.  I did, honestly I did.  Gavin even went in and out of it several times.

     Then we let Patty out of her crate so she could see the change too.  She thought it was a funny joke.  She quickly pounced on, and teased Gavin.  Then she did a silly huckle butt on the couch.  All this wound Gavin up and he raced back and forth from living room to kitchen.  They took a while to settle down.

     When I told them to kennel up, Gavin ran to the kitchen and looked for his crate, and looked for his crate, and stood in the middle of the floor looking puzzled.  I showed him his crate, again.  It’s going to take a while for him to get used to this.  In the meantime, I might need to go looking for a dog psychologist.