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Originally Posted by docmartin  Last night apparently (I was asleep) she woke mom and was making a lot of noise in the kitchen. She then decided to try her 'wall tunneling' activities after being put in the hall (sinbin) and was then confined to the 'inner cell' (bathroom because it's tiled). She was there until this morning. The sentence was prolonged, because again there were bared teeth and growling when she was reprimanded. Mom's been at work today and Crystal's been all sweetness and light with dad. I agree about 'time-outs' and found two, or three in a series very effective, when she tries the 'journey to the centre of the earth' show, especially when Irina is away visiting her daughter.
I attach a pic to show the level of application this example of frustration has...  |
First off, your description are quite hilarious.
But, I have to say that I wonder what you call "reprimanding" because if you are yelling at her or speaking to her in a way that is intimidating, that very well may be the reason she is snarling at you. She could very well be scared to death.
I once was correcting a little yorkie who came to me as a little crazy thing. I had him for 10 years and he was the biggest challenge of my life in terms of biting. I made a choice to live with this crazy dog, but that was mostly because of my son who was in high school at the time. I doubt that many people would have kept Maxwell. He was BAD. He was in my kitchen and hiked his leg on a chair....I went to pick him up and carry him outside while saying the "no" word. As soon as I reached for him he started flipping out snarling at me. I then picked up the nearest thing...a magazine and waved it at him all the while calling him a bad dog...which made it worse. My son came around the corner and asked me what the he-double-ll I was doing. I said look at this dog...I am not putting up with this...and blah blah blah...whatever else I said. It was then that my son called me out for my behavior telling me how big I was and how tiny Max was...and what did I espect since his teeth were all he had to protect himself. Mind you, I never hurt him....but, as I though about, I certainly frightened him. So...Maxwell and my son taught me a lesson that day. After that, I was able to manage Max....oh, he was still the same challenge but it became easier.
Maybe you are not intimidating her, but your language indicates that you very well may be without realizing it.
I hope you read this with the intent I meant. I have NO idea how you are with her...this is just what I have derived from your posts. And, meant only to be a suggestion IF it is needed.
