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Hitting and yelling doesn't work, usually makes things worse. You know your dog better than anyone else.
Let me tell you a little story, may be something, may be nothing...
I first met "our" dog when I met the gf. 1 year old, crate trained - spent all day in a crate... And personally, I hate that, but to each their own. Managed to break that cycle, and instead the crate became his safe zone. When he's stressed or whatever, that's where he goes. He's never locked in. Made big changes in the dog.
Couple of months later, her son decided to bring his farm dog into the city. She had her bed, the other had his kennel. She spent alot of time whining, felt bad for her, it's a big adjustment from having full run on a farm to city living. The dogs were weird with one another, there was no aggression at all, just weird. Jagger would be a jerk and take her toys and bones to his kennel, and she would whine constantly - but she wouldn't just stick her head into the kennel and take her stuff when he wasn't in it. It's like she respected his space, and I would have to dig her stuff out and put it back on her bed. I watched her one night, she stood outside the kennel a foot away whining for her toys and bone - but she wouldn't take them. Jagger was in the bedroom, and it hit me.
The large kennel was in the garage, took it apart, cleaned it, took the door off it - put in a sponge and a blanket. As weird as it sounds, problem solved. She wanted her own space, just like he had. Jagger learned to respect her space as she did his. No more whining, all the weirdness went away.
Let me tell you a little story, may be something, may be nothing...
I first met "our" dog when I met the gf. 1 year old, crate trained - spent all day in a crate... And personally, I hate that, but to each their own. Managed to break that cycle, and instead the crate became his safe zone. When he's stressed or whatever, that's where he goes. He's never locked in. Made big changes in the dog.
Couple of months later, her son decided to bring his farm dog into the city. She had her bed, the other had his kennel. She spent alot of time whining, felt bad for her, it's a big adjustment from having full run on a farm to city living. The dogs were weird with one another, there was no aggression at all, just weird. Jagger would be a jerk and take her toys and bones to his kennel, and she would whine constantly - but she wouldn't just stick her head into the kennel and take her stuff when he wasn't in it. It's like she respected his space, and I would have to dig her stuff out and put it back on her bed. I watched her one night, she stood outside the kennel a foot away whining for her toys and bone - but she wouldn't take them. Jagger was in the bedroom, and it hit me.
The large kennel was in the garage, took it apart, cleaned it, took the door off it - put in a sponge and a blanket. As weird as it sounds, problem solved. She wanted her own space, just like he had. Jagger learned to respect her space as she did his. No more whining, all the weirdness went away.