I was downstairs on
the phone, lying on the couch close to Moki’s crate. Moki was
lying down about a foot away from it. My conversation got
boring and I started to scratch my fingernails on the nubbly back of
his crate. He immediately stood up. His lip quivered like he was
about to snarl, but he didn’t. Then, he walked a few steps away
and lay down again.
Progress . . . but it still spiked my fear a little. He's still kind of protective about his crate, but not as much as before. Baby steps.
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