Our dog Max is a rescue. What he was rescued from, we don’t exactly know, but we do know that he came to Canada from Lebanon, we assume in a large dog crate. This explains many things. First, Max is an anxious dog. Second, he does not love crates. According to our dog trainer, his anxiety presents as aggression – so, she assures us, he’s not really an #$@hole; he just acts out because he’s nervous and doesn’t know what’s expected of him. As a teacher who often works with students who need a little extra attention, I feel like this is something I should have picked up, but the dogs I grew up with were decidedly not anxious, so I had no idea.
One thing that helps nervous dogs, apparently, is having a space in the house that is their safe space. Before we knew what he was doing, Max had chosen under our kitchen table as his space, which is not ideal because, well, that’s where our feet go. He’s generally ok with feet being there, but “generally” is not really enough when it comes to where your feet go while you eat. So… we are trying to help Max find another safe place in the house.
We started with a large hard-sided crate, which we put in the TV room by the sofa where we often hang out. Max was not impressed. He absolutely, 100% refused to go in the crate. Heck, he would hardly go near it. He growled at it and, when we put his favourite toys inside, whimpered a little, but he did not go get them. He spent weeks steadfastly refusing to go near the crate, giving it a wide berth while giving us the side-eye. Finally, we realized that he had probably flown from Lebanon in a crate, so we retired it to the basement (a place too scary for him to even contemplate; he will barely look down the stairs).
Months later, we put a dog bed in the kitchen near his table-lair. We have been trying to teach him the “place” command, and he will kind of do it, especially if treats are involved, but it’s out in the open, and he’s made it clear that he might go there to humour us, but this is not where he intends to sleep. So two weeks ago, we got *another* crate – this one with metal sides that he can see through. (Thank goodness for friends and family who are supporting us and our anxious dog by providing us with various types of crates and beds in our quest for calm.)
We set up crate number two in a different corner of the TV room, and this time he didn’t growl or whimper. Then we got smart: we put Max’s food dish in the far corner of the new crate. To eat, he would have to go in. He’s half Lab, so he loves food, but he’s still Max, so he was tentative: he tested things out with one paw… then two… then he s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d in to eat his food. Such a brave boy!
We added a towel to make the bottom of the crate more comfortable, and two days later, Max managed to put three paws in the crate. Then, yesterday, he discovered a better solution. When Andre put a treat in the far corner, Max pawed at the towel and pulled the whole thing towards the door. Once he’d pulled the bowl close enough, he grabbed the treat and triumphantly trotted back to his safe space under the table to eat in peace.
Anxious, but not dumb, this dog. Sigh. In the question of Man vs Max, I think Max is winning.
Update: tonight he put all four paws in the crate!
Persistence and Pedagogy 
Amanda,
Of course Max is winning, as he should. Dogs are like students: They pretend we’re in control when they’re really the ones calling the shots. We’re trained. Max is adorable. He’ll come around, which is more than I can say for Lucy, the barkingest dog I’ve met.
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Ah, Max. I love that first photo where he was eating the Labubu. So funny. He looks a little guilty. Four feet in the second crate sounds like great progress. All the best. Your narrative about Max winning is lots of fun to read.
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Oh man his face in the first picture. How could you say no to that face…ever lol he’s such a handsome boy ❤️
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But those eyes! So sweet. Rescuing a dog that has been through some sort of trauma is risky business. I think you all will settle into a happy medium. We crate trained our dog as a puppy, so luckily it is his safe place, but he still has to get a treat to go into it. Dogs, much like their human owners, can be quirky, but, face it, that’s what we love about them.
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Love the first picture where Max seems to be saying, I’ve saved you from this Labubu silliness.
The pulling the food to him on the blanket problem-solving made me chuckle.
We also have a dog who is too smart for her own good and anxious when alone. She’s perfectly calm when with people, but left alone in her apartment—I just noticed that I typed her apartment instead of ours—too true. Anyway, left alone in the apartment, she tries to escape. Like Max she is a rescue and we have not succeeded in crate training her which worked so well for our past dogs. She manages to escape any crate. She also learned to unlock the deadbolt and open the door and go down the elevator to the front desk where there are people who pet her and give her treats. We had to change the accessible door handle to a knob. She’s trained us to leave her at home as little as possible. She’s currently at work with my husband.
Enjoy your adventures with Max.
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Amanda, I always enjoy reading your slices because they are so well crafted. There are so many craft moves in this one, but I’m going to comment on your first sentence. It is a perfect opening. In five words the reader learns that this writing is about a “dog.” This “dog” is the author’s dog. This dog’s name is Max. And finally, the reader is told a lot about this dog’s background in a single word, “rescue.” In addition, if readers know anything about a “rescue” and connect it to the title, they have a foreshadow of the underlining cause of the story’s conflict. Great story with so many layers!
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Who could resist a face like that?! Good dog, Max!
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Dogs are simply the best! My dog is also quite an anxious one. She used to sleep in her crate a lot more but since has been let absolutely free, so whenever it’s an option, she gives us “the look.” You know the one. And travel crates? With soft sides? Forget about it! Once, we left her in one at a dog-friendly hotel when we went out for dinner, and came back to find her perched on the bed, looking at us like “what?” The mesh of the crate had been scratched/chewed enough for her to squeeze through! The dogs are definitely winning.
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