Bass, the dog knows his own mind. Should he not want to, he won’t.
He can be tricked. Or manipulated with food. Greed superseeds brains even in humans. Buy one, get one free works.
This old Furlong sleeps in a cold bedroom and the window is open a crack even in the most inclement weather, like Winter. Bass, the dog, sleeps in a bed on the floor in a corner farthest away from the window. He used to burrow under his bedding in the winter, but now he won’t. I imagine he gets cold, but he never displays it. He suddenly decided he hates his bedding and digs it out all over the floor. So I remembered that behind my wardrobe was the dog-kennel-dog-bed that folds flat, is made out of some kind of soft spongy stuff and that is erected out of two pieces, a bottom with walls, and a roof that clips over the top. I bought it some years ago to solve the same Winter problem and Bass HATED it. So it has remained behind the wardrobe ever since.
How to trick Bass into sleeping in it?
We inviegled him into sleeping in the bottom half (with walls) for several nights by dropping his favourite pink cat-bed that he uses in the lounge into it. He seemed pleased. Bass chose that bed in the shop when he first came to live with us. He chose it himself. No other bed would do. Loving a pink cat bed could have intimated our future with Bass which has been interesting to say the least.
And now we have full success. I added the roof. He is sleeping inside the whole folding dog-kennel-dog-bed under the roof. Past failure has resolved to success! I feel clever.
But
there is another explanation for his original hatred of the dog-kennel-dog-bed. In the years behind the wardrobe it has stopped offgassing some kind of evil chemical odour that only he could smell, and now, like everything else in this house, it simply smells like “dog”.
I might not be so clever after all…..