Hey, she's a Rottweiler cross, and the only reason she goes in the crate is because we can't let her chew the house to bits. And since I'm still living with my mum, it's her rules for the next few months (I'll be moving out as soon as I can find a place). She's house trained already and is trained to just lay on her bed, which is what she does if I need 5 minutes in another room. I only crate her if I'm going to be longer than an hour and except on a night, she's in her crate for no longer than 3 hours.

I hate crating her, I hate crates in general, but she destroys everything she can get her mouth on to. She's even started pulling up the carpet in our living room. So it's a last resort until I can move out to a place with hardwood floors and cheap furniture!

I love her puppiness, she makes me laugh which is really good for my mental health and she is nice to be around. Just the company makes the days better, I just get very overwhelmed and like I can't cope sometimes and I feel so guilty for it.