Not so, dear Mom. We are dogs. Wild dogs! Hear us growl our terrible growls and bark our terrible barks!
We don't need a fluffy mattress in our crate. We sleep outside in the gravel! Or the grass or the flower bed or just on the porch or in a patch of sunlight on the kitchen floor.
We are dogs! We can live in the great outdoors if we had to.
Although, I am awful glad to have a comfy place to lay and you know how much I love making a nest of blankets on the couch. Don't change a thing, Mom.
I just wanted you to not feel bad that Olive Badger can't help herself and can't keep bedding in her crate. She doesn't need a bed. She's the wildest of us all!