He's a smart little devil
Okay leash training Jesse has been interested. If I take him out during daylight he wants to stick right by the house, and sniff along the siding, roll in the driveway, and swish his tail a lot. Maybe take a little catnap in the sun. It's pretty boring actually. If I take him out at night, then he wants to roam around the neighborhood, attempting to act all big and bossy if he sees another four legged creature. Since we have skunks in our neighborhood, this show of bravery is something I have to be very careful of.
ANY time I go outside, without him, he sits on the window ledge and cries like a little baby.
He's not overly keen on the harness. He seems to understand that he's not going outside without it, but he also understands that it restricts his movement, so while he allows me to put it on, he's not happy. He wants to go outside without it.
When he does run around the street, it's hard to get him back in. I end up picking him up, holding him out in front of me, so he doesn't dig his back claws into my chest, and rushing home. I probably look like a huge asshole doing this, but I can't let him roam around all night, I do have to sleep too.
What I try to do is snap the harness on him the first time I take him out for a walk. Then, after the final walk of the night, I take it off. I store it on top of the microwave oven with the leash snapped onto it, to keep them both together.
About five or six minutes ago, he came into my bedroom/office, carrying the leash and harness in his mouth. He dropped it at my feet, sat down and started going, "Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!" Doya think he might be trying to tell me something?
ANY time I go outside, without him, he sits on the window ledge and cries like a little baby.
He's not overly keen on the harness. He seems to understand that he's not going outside without it, but he also understands that it restricts his movement, so while he allows me to put it on, he's not happy. He wants to go outside without it.
When he does run around the street, it's hard to get him back in. I end up picking him up, holding him out in front of me, so he doesn't dig his back claws into my chest, and rushing home. I probably look like a huge asshole doing this, but I can't let him roam around all night, I do have to sleep too.
What I try to do is snap the harness on him the first time I take him out for a walk. Then, after the final walk of the night, I take it off. I store it on top of the microwave oven with the leash snapped onto it, to keep them both together.
About five or six minutes ago, he came into my bedroom/office, carrying the leash and harness in his mouth. He dropped it at my feet, sat down and started going, "Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!" Doya think he might be trying to tell me something?