My dogs are crate trained, so whenever they travel or are in a new, strange place, all they need is their crate and they're comfortable. My mom has an older dog, Susie, who was never crate trained. Susie's had some medical issues this year, and the meds she's on make her restless at night. Mom bought a crate and thought Susie could sleep in there at night and wouldn't disturb Mom and Dad who had been popping out of bed every hour on the hour to see if she was OK. Susie would have none of it. No crate for her! (She's a terrier, so willful is her middle name.)
Since the experiment failed, Mom asked if I would take the crate home. I said sure, we could always use a crate. When we arrived last night, my dogs immediately made a bee-line for the huge crate (two of my dogs could fit in it). Not to be left out of Comfort City, Susie has a Temper-Pedic bed, one that any human would die for, where she sleeps at night. Well, this morning we all got our Christmas surprise. Susie is in the crate, and Cosi was on the comfy bed. Go figure. Here's the photographic evidence:
Cosi on Susie's bed.
Susie in the crate.