In case you haven't guessed by now, Milton is a pretty great dog. We love him so much and we're so lucky to have rescued him. From the time we brought him home, he's been super chill in the house, able to be left to have the run of it when we go to work. That all changed one day last September when - as best we can figure - a massive thunderstorm, basically centered over our house and absolutely terrified him. Since then, he's been a little nervous in our Sandy house, scared of the fridge and flinching at the noise of the furnace. So we've been crating him and that is working really well: he goes in like a champ and seems to like it, even going in of his own volition when we're home and the door is open; and we don't have to worry about him getting hurt or damaging anything.
That said, both H and I are lucky to have accommodating offices post-pandemic and we're able to occasionally take the dog to work with us. Milton doesn't really like going to my office: I'm on the sixth floor and I think he must be able to feel something in the building that we humans don't. (Plus he's scared of the elevator so we have to walk all the way up.) When I take him in, he is a good boy, of course. He's quiet and pretty patient, but fidgety and nervous and has trouble settling. It is entirely the opposite at H's work: Milt basically commandeers an empty conference room and crashes, snoozing the day away.
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