She slept in her crate, but woke up while we were having dinner, and cried her heart out, cranky. We let her cry because Ian Dunbar and Brian Kilcommons and Cesar Milan say not to comfort her in the middle of bad behavior. That just reinforces it.
We took her out when she calmed down.
Then came evening potty, during which she decided she hated the leash A LOT. Instead of Potty, she pulled and balked and fought it. Then ran straight under the fence to the neighbors. Good thing the leash was on. She CRIED. In the YARD. Like we were MURDERING HER.
So, I had to ignore her after that. M. hand fed her dinner. She was good then.
Bad Mommy taught her some silly rules the first 2 days. Now we have to undo them before it's too late.