New Crate
I’ve been doing some experimentation, and Henry seems to be OK with being left alone inside of Eowyn’s crate — even when I’m not in the house. Her crate is the warmest, deepest, darkest, most cave-like part of the house — it’s in my closet, buried inside all of my clothes on hangars and underneath the crates that hold my paperwork files and pictures.
For the past month, we’ve been working to ease Henry out of his rather extreme crate anxiety. (See picture.) If you missed it, he chewed his way through a Bargain Hounds brand crate in less than fifteen minutes while I was working with Eo out front of the house. It was a major d’oh moment and a major setback to his training.
He’s been on Reconcile (aka puppy prozac) for nearly three months, he’s been eating breakfast and dinner in his crate and sleeping in there at night. His crate has a soft floor, has his favorite chew toys and nylabones, and most importantly, Eowyn isn’t allowed in it. 
But … we had some thunderstorms the other day, and he took refuge in Eowyn’s crate. (She, of course, doesn’t care about t-storms.) Interesting!
Experimenting a bit, I left him in there when Eo and I went to the vet the other day. He wasn’t even breathing hard when we got back, and we were gone for over an hour. Even more interesting! Today I pulled the swap — I left her in his crate (which is too small for her, but won’t cramp her style if she isn’t in it too long) and him in hers, and ran to PetCo to get the biggest X-Large wire crate they had so that she can stand to her full height with her head up in it. I’ll have to move my bookshelf out of my room … probably into the living room, but there’s room for her new crate in my room. Barely.
We’ll see if this lasts… I’ve jinxed myself before!