It didn't. We did away with towels completely. But the second she got in the crate, even before I could turn around almost, the shredding of newspapers began. She didn't like being in there knowing someone was close by. I haven't talked with them since they came back about how she has done at night lately. I'm sure they will do anything at all to help her. She's their baby.

Funny story about when they got home. Her dad walked over to the crate where she was sleeping so soundly she never heard him. When he opened the door she flew out, flew through the kitchen past her mom, out the door and down the driveway. She just kept going. They live on the lake in a very secluded area. Their driveway alone is probably at least half a mile long, so she wasn't in danger of cars or the road. But she ran to the end of the parking area of the driveway anyway and did her business and then came back. She hadn't been out off the leash in quite awhile because she was getting into the water from the garbage disposal and getting sick. Her mom thought she was going to have to start running after her.