Bender spent the night in a crate. Two different ways: first, with the crate FAR from the bed. Why, it must have been two feet at least. Poor Bender thought he was going to die. After about 1/2 hour of puppy-sobbing, I pulled the crate NEAR the bed (i.e. right up beside my head, so I could put my hand down in front of the crate door.) Bender didn't say boo for the rest of the night. Even in the morning when I opened the door he was just laying quietly.
So we know Bender doesn't mind crates. They just have to be in the right place... now we'll begin separating just a little bit, so his adoptive family won't have to snuggle him to work in a briefcase.
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