“Victory at Last”

By Ollie the Mastiff

“Freedom achieved. No crate, no problem.” — Ollie 🐾

I did it!
I finally did it!!

After weeks of planning, persistence, and a few late-night bark-formances that could’ve won awards, I have officially won the bedtime battle.

The crate? Retired. The door? Open. The freedom? Sweet as a peanut-butter biscuit.

Remember this guy? Yeah… he had a plan.

These days, when Mom and Dad say, “Okay, bedtime,” I just blink my big wrinkly eyes, yawn dramatically, and flop down in my favorite spot. The couch. Or the rug. Or the middle of the hallway. Wherever I feel like, really.

And guess what? They don’t say a word.
No more “come on, Ollie,” or “in your crate.” Nope. They tuck themselves in, turn off the lights, and leave me to it.

Because you know what they finally realized?
I’m a responsible grown-up dog.
I don’t chew the furniture. I don’t bark (much). I don’t sneak snacks off the counter. I just… sleep. Like an angel. A very large, slightly snoring angel.

Sometimes, I’ll lift my head when Dad gets up early for coffee, just to remind him — See? I told you I could handle it.
He’ll smile, give me a pat, and whisper, “Good boy, Ollie.”

And that, my friends, is the sound of victory.

So yes, bedtime is still a thing… but now it’s on my terms.
Freedom. Trust. Blankets. Couch privileges.

The crate war is over.
And I won.

Sincerely,
Ollie 🐾
(The Champion of No-Crate Nights)