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Baxter Tiberius
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As I have mentioned several times, Baxter is very timid sometimes. He's a gentle little guy. Except at the dog park where he bulldozes everyone in sight and has to be put in the quiet room LOL ...Anyways I live in a condo with no grass anywhere near, so I have a patch of grass outside on the balcony. I eventually splurged for an insert that fit in the sliding glass door, and had a doggy door at the bottom. But this thing was so heavy, and uses Magnets to stay shut, that baxter would nudge it with his forehead, then sit there, and pee on the floor. He wouldn't go through it. He thought the magnets meant it was secured shut.
This became very frustrating for me as I now had to tape open the doggy door, or else he would poop and pee all over the house inside again. I tried and tried to train him to push on the door, but to no avail. When I would pull the door open with his "nudge" ... he would walk through then run like hell because it would "SNAP" really loud behind him (the magnets). Then rains and 40mph winds came to Miami and my entire condo was full of 85 degree humidity day and night. It was miserable. Crap and poop everywhere, or prop open the door and drenched in my own sweat.
Then one day I was eating Peanut butter ..... lol.
Mister Baxter was pretty much having a temper tantrum because of how badly he wanted some. When I was done, I gave him a little lick, and he smacked and licked the air in pure bliss for a solid 2 minutes. Then he began to chase me around the apartment while jumping. I still had some peanut butter. So I went to his doggy door. Closed it shut tight. And I went outside. With the spoon. And waved it near the door. Baxter pretty much slammed into the doggy door with full force, blasting through to the other side where his reward of peanut butter bliss was waiting for him. WOW!!!!!!!!!! So I went back in and latched the door shut with magnets again. Nice and secure. BULLDOZER right through the door again, no regard for the scary latching noise behind him. After 3-4 weeks of stepping in puddles of crap and drenched in my own sweat, baxter just walked the full length of the condo (3 bedrooms and one whole living room away) smacked open that doggy door, and peed on his patch of grass. I think I looked like a fool freaking out with joy. He got blueberries and peanut butter. and about 5 minutes of praise.
Now that hard to open doggy door is no big deal to Baxter.
After 3-4 weeks of failures, it took 10 seconds and the right *method* to train him what to do. Im finding this to be the case time and time again with him
This became very frustrating for me as I now had to tape open the doggy door, or else he would poop and pee all over the house inside again. I tried and tried to train him to push on the door, but to no avail. When I would pull the door open with his "nudge" ... he would walk through then run like hell because it would "SNAP" really loud behind him (the magnets). Then rains and 40mph winds came to Miami and my entire condo was full of 85 degree humidity day and night. It was miserable. Crap and poop everywhere, or prop open the door and drenched in my own sweat.
Then one day I was eating Peanut butter ..... lol.
Mister Baxter was pretty much having a temper tantrum because of how badly he wanted some. When I was done, I gave him a little lick, and he smacked and licked the air in pure bliss for a solid 2 minutes. Then he began to chase me around the apartment while jumping. I still had some peanut butter. So I went to his doggy door. Closed it shut tight. And I went outside. With the spoon. And waved it near the door. Baxter pretty much slammed into the doggy door with full force, blasting through to the other side where his reward of peanut butter bliss was waiting for him. WOW!!!!!!!!!! So I went back in and latched the door shut with magnets again. Nice and secure. BULLDOZER right through the door again, no regard for the scary latching noise behind him. After 3-4 weeks of stepping in puddles of crap and drenched in my own sweat, baxter just walked the full length of the condo (3 bedrooms and one whole living room away) smacked open that doggy door, and peed on his patch of grass. I think I looked like a fool freaking out with joy. He got blueberries and peanut butter. and about 5 minutes of praise.
Now that hard to open doggy door is no big deal to Baxter. After 3-4 weeks of failures, it took 10 seconds and the right *method* to train him what to do. Im finding this to be the case time and time again with him
