I can take one look at Melvin’s face and know if he has done something he shouldn’t have. I say ‘show me’ he does just that and I follow-up with the usual, ‘it’s OK’.
Jake is a bit different in his approach. Ninety-five percent of the time, Jake is at my feet or Melvin’s butt. If he is not at one of those locations, something is going or has already gone terribly wrong. I will eventually find him like this:
Once I find him, I stop what I’m doing and locate what he’s done. This weekend it was peeing, twice.
I don’t know how it worked in his first home. I’m not sure why he puts himself in these self-imposed time-outs. I do know that during these moments, he seems like a tiny, tortured soul. My guess is that he is surprised that his dark side has won out. As if, just maybe, it was out of his control. The most I can do in these situations is let him know that I love all of his sides. And then I lure him out of his make-believe prison sentence (the one where he is both warden and inmate) and wait for the right moment for positive reinforcement, like when his alter ego is not peeing on the bedroom floor.