I was determined that Dinky would sleep in his own little crate. Well, that was fine, until we we on vacation in a cabin. I had his crate at the foot of my bed, and when I got up in the middle of the night I realized that the air from the air conditioner in the other room was tunnelling in from the other room directly into his cage, and my baby was freezing! I grabbed him and snuggled him until he was warm. In the morning, he did all that cute and cozy good morning stuff. That night when I put him in our bed, he was so surprised and happy. I was hooked. When we got home, we disassembled the antique bed because it was too high to be safe for him. We were really missing out on a great part of Yorkieness! |