The Duke Chronicles, vol. I

The coffee can seems to have worked. The first night I threw it twice, the second night I didn't throw it at all. However, I think that he knew I was down there the second night and was quiet because he was satisfied with my company.

Last night I slept in my own bed, and he whined a couple of times right away, but Ms. stu merely shook the can of marbles and he relented. But this morning he started again at 4am. Ms. stu tossed the can down the stairs, and that was modestly effective. But he still urinated in the kennel (I think I forgot to write about that---he's also been urinating in the kennel over the last week, it had not been a problem previously.) and we're not sure how to handle that.

I am beginning to realize that he is a lot less trained than I thought he would be. He's more fresh of the track I thought. We've decided to put up an x-pen around his kennel that let's him get out of the cage and walk around a little bit. We also put a mirror near the kennel in the hopes that he would feel less lonely.