Yes, miss Remus was crated, along with an old towel, a new towel, a cat toy that she had been tearing the bejesus out of, and a new rubber ball with a jingle bell inside.
The only thing left out was "something blue."
Which I became halfway through a very long night. L has her iPod and a fan whirring away as white noise. We had spine-tingling yelps, which would subside . . . then end! The arms of Morpheus awaited me not, because these periods were short lived. The cycle continued. I'm surprised we didn't get a knock on the door to find out why we were torturing an animal.
The DVD on dog training did NOT explain how to get the dog to accept the crate; it showed several happy dog owners reading, or doing other domestic chores, while their various dogs obediently and silently lay in their mesh crates.
We will see what happens next.