An update for those who may still be losing sleep at night wondering if our livestock guardian dog, Bronte, has adequate shelter or not. I had originally built her an A-frame style house. I find that usually dogs prefer a cozy, den-like space for sleeping, as opposed to spacious ones, so I made it just her size. Dogs in my house will often cram into a cat crate or squish under a desk to take a nap, rather than choosing the broad, cushy beds I lay in the middle of the floor for them, or even the couch. There is just no accounting for their tastes, but I suspect it’s due to some long-harbored instinct to snooze in a protected space that conserves heat. Or something.
I also chose an A-frame design for Bronte originally because I didn’t want it to have a flat roof that would provide opportunity to do undesirable things, like launch at me from four feet in the air, or vault over fences.
But Bronte would have nothing to do with the A-frame.
With a constant eye towards public perception, I was hoping to find a house she’d use, so that everyone could feel better about her welfare. So I presented her with an architectural alternative- the three-sided oaken box with roof overhang and fluffy straw bedding.
I see her laying in it now and then. She scratched almost all of the straw out of it, apparently she doesn’t agree with Anonymous Sign Lady that a bed is required, or our definitions of the word bed differ.
She seems to like the bed she made for herself better. I had made a raw dirt spot in the field when I dug a few tractor buckets of soil out of a mound to fill some holes elsewhere. Bronte has further excavated this spot, and this is the place she usually chooses to sleep during the day. And her pants are very dirty because of it.
So, I give up, I’ve tried to make her comply with our humanly definition of a comfortable and dignified sleeping place, but she insists on having things her own way and living like some kind of filthy animal. Hmph!