February 21, 2022

This seems to be Lilly's favorite place to sleep. On the human bed, right in the middle. When Steve explained that we had a well thought out plan for her bedtime quarters that would guarantee safety for all she sang her disapproval.

"But Lilly," Steve used his soothing logic voice, "our goal this first night is that you remain inside and not go out to the yard in the middle of the night, and we want you to be protected from Roman who will take time before he is comfortable that you are not an ill-intentioned intruder. Roman will stay in his crate all night as well as sort of a double protection." With that he led her to the office, settled her on the big Tizenegy bed, turned on a night light, gave an extra treat, and put the baby gate across the doorway.

That was when we discovered that Miss Lilly Marie is a certified mountain goat. Effortlessly, she came over the gate and trotted into the bedroom. "I can put the old tall gate up in the bathroom," Steve volunteered. "Didn't you move it out to the storage shed?" "Yes, but..." "Dear One it is after midnight, no. What about putting a mattress down in the kitchen, she cannot get over that gate." "Yes, but what about counter surfing? I bet she is a champ." 

The idea to try locking her in Roman's timeout crate in the living room (Her paperwork says she is crate trained). last less than two minutes as her pitiful wailing got both Zso and Bailey to join in her chorus. 

"Let me try double gating the office," Steve suggested in a tone that was beginning to sound frustrated. Roman's growling at Lilly for passing him to use the dog door was a sign that before long, EVERY pup would be drugged with calming herbs. "Go for it," I encouraged fingers crossed.

We waited out ten minutes of complaints...solo, because even her Sibe sisters were tired...but it worked.