Crate training was one of the best things I ever did for my Golden. Aside from the obvious benefits of house-breaking, it kept him out of trouble with me and taught him how to be good. When he wasn’t in trouble, he got lots more positive reinforcement. Sam still loves his crate. He’ll go in and lay down at some point, every day. I wish he wasn’t interested in it any longer, because I’d love to reclaim that space in my kitchen that’s now being taken up by a 42′ crate.
When Sam was seven months old, he grabbed a glass ball ornament off of the Christmas tree, crunched it up and swallowed it. Talk about freaking out. The vet took an X-Ray, and there in his belly sat chards of broken glass. He hadn’t swallowed the hook, thank goodness, so the vet felt it would probably pass in his stool. Sam had just eaten breakfast or I would’ve given him a piece of bread. It passed just fine. I was amazed. I bet your button will make a reappearance tomorrow sometime.
