Now that Katie has her "quality time" at night, all of the guys who used to push me off the bed now have their own personal space to sleep in, since now they sleep in their crates. None of them were ever crated as a punishment, so they don't mind sleeping there, as long as we're in the room somewhere.
With Bubba, you can just tell him "Go in your crate", and he's off to bed. Ripley and Murphy usually require a bribe, but a cookie is a small price to pay for some privacy. So, now they have their own rooms with comfortable pillows and pads, and I'm clinging on for dear life to the small portion of the side of the bed that Katie is allowing me to share. Maybe I can find myself a crate. |
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