MM27
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I crate trained my doberman, Max when he was a puppy. He loved his crate so much that after he was fully trained, we kept the crate for him and just took the door off so that he could go hide out in there to rest when he wanted some alone time 
Then we got my girl Molly, that I have now. Made the mistake of taking the crate to use for her and poor Maxie would never go near it again. I felt so bad that I took his little space, but I wasn't thinking. Well, Molly HATED the crate. She cried and wimpered all night for the first few nights so we stopped using it with her. She still got trained, but we had to watch over her a little more.

Then we got my girl Molly, that I have now. Made the mistake of taking the crate to use for her and poor Maxie would never go near it again. I felt so bad that I took his little space, but I wasn't thinking. Well, Molly HATED the crate. She cried and wimpered all night for the first few nights so we stopped using it with her. She still got trained, but we had to watch over her a little more.




Finally I tried just leaving the dog bed out and then she would wake us up in the middle of the night because she wanted to go in the crate...weird dog It is nice that she feels secure there so when we have company that is leery of the dog she has a place to go
to pull out the bottom tray of the one in the bedroom because if the crate sat directly on the carpet it would keep woofy warm. Can you see where this is going yet?
Anyway one day I was at the front door chatting with a neighbor. The dog couldn't get to me to protect me but he knew someone was in the house so he got frustrated. Still with me? Frustrated locked up dog in crate + carpeted bottom = shredded carpet down to the wood floorboards
Never used the crate again. I know it's not the crate's fault, the mess was all me, still it was obvious I'm just not comfortable being all comfy in my bed if I think my dog is anything less so now we just spend our nights with me kicking the dog off the bed and him sneaking back on the moment I konk out. I know the situation is ridiculous but that's the way it is. Like I said, I'm all "Run! Be free!" so I just can't do the crate thing, it just doesn't work with my personality... too much guilt.