In other ways to torture a dog, may I suggest crate training?
Daisy hated the crate. She would scratch, cry, scream bloody murder, open the gates, manage to get the crate tray outside of the crate, etc etc etc. But let it be known that while this could be inconvenient, her creativity was highly amusing and incredibly impressive. One never knew what would happen next! The day we got her, we returned from a Taco Bell run to find her waiting for us at the front door, crate be damned.
Denim is also not a fan of the crate. Will she hang out in one? Yes. If she has a Kong and she can’t see a human being. And even then, when her crate was in the living room at night? Nothing doing. She will be in the same room with the people when the lights are off. (See, she can’t actually see us, so the crate whining is generally minimal and short, but she knows we’re there. She’s made of Velcro, remember?)
She is a great bed sleeper under two conditions:
1) There is only one other person in the bed, and that person is me. She pushes Grant out of the bed or attempts to sleep on his face.
2) She is so tired from playing with other dogs that she curls up between us in exhaustion.
If those qualifications are not met, Denim has to sleep in a box. (Which, if you ask me, is a real shame, because Denim is a Champion Snuggler. Like, Olympic Quality Snuggler.) Luckily, she goes right in for a little bit of peanut butter or a couple treats and stays there until sunrise, when she wants her breakfast. No dog is perfect.
But that’s the only time we crate her, unless we need to keep her contained for a few minutes during a situation that would be otherwise dangerous. She doesn’t steal things, she doesn’t chew things she’s not supposed to, (for the most part, RIP Grant’s flip flops), and she mostly just sleeps on the giant beanbag in the living room.
Or with me in the chair. Those night time snuggles are a requirement. I’ve warned her that if she doesn’t snuggle me daily, it’s back to the shelter she goes!
Where does your dog sleep? In your bed? In a box? On their own orthopedic foam bed in the corner that you have to take with you or they’ll throw a drama queen hissy fit? (coughcoughdaisy)