Pumpkin is not impressed with the dogs, not even Toby, who is more than twice her size. Last night before bed, Pumpkin saunters in and makes herself at home in his crate.
Toby had no idea what to do. I pulled her out so he could go to bed, and she made sure he got the message.
She walked back and forth in front of the crate a couple of times, then slowly walked out the door.
I think Toby got treated like a punk. Poor doggo.