Tessa is taking to crate training quite well. She was never much of a screecher, just a little bit of a whiner, and occasionally, if she really wants out, she rolls around in it like a rabid racoon. No matter, all my dogs are crate trained, and I often wonder what life was like before these crates. I remember the first crate I bought in 1991, to keep my dog confined after her spay. Back then, crating was a revolutionary idea, but today, crates are commonly used to protect the house from the pup and the pup from the house. Eventually, I hope, Tessa will have the run of the house even in my absence, but until then, this is where she is whenever I can't watch her.