When Sasha was a puppy, I used to put her in her crate at night and have the crate right beside my bed. I don't remember how old she was but one night, she just refused to go in her crate and turned around and gave me that sweet pathetic little puppy dog pout and has been sleeping with me in my bed ever since. I definitely wouldn't have it any other way. It's nice to have a little fur ball curl right up next to you. |