Note from the LADY: Hooray! For three months, I encouraged Maggie to like her crate. She received treats and rubs there. I sat on the floor and read next to it, while she relaxed inside her crate. I gave her a luxurious cushion and super-sized it, so she wouldn't feel confined. Still, there was no way she would go into her crate without a good amount of convincing. Finally, this weekend I was walking down the hall, and I noticed that she was laying in her crate without being asked.
It looks like the crate is here to stay. I'm coming to terms with being forced to sleep in the crate. This is not the same as learning to like it, however. To amuse myself, sometimes I burrow under my cushion cover for fun. It's how I celebrate my dachshund heritage.
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