This morning, Ben and I both had to go in to work, so we tried to get Ollie into his wire crate in the bedroom upstairs. He refused to even come up the stairs because he didn't want us to leave him, so I went to the car and got his travel crate out. Before I was even done setting it up in the living room, he happily climbed in. This is what Ben came home to 4 hours later (Well, this and a puppy with duct tape stuck to himself in various places) :

That white thing used to be a tightly fitting fuzzy cover for the wooden bottom (which Ollie had already cracked a couple times, necessitating the duct tape). All Ben could do was laugh...