This is about a week old, but every time we put her in her kennel, we were roused with a rendition of "get us thrown out of the apartment." Her serenade lasted no longer, and no shorter, than thirty minutes each and every time we placed her in there. It didn't matter why - whether she needed to go to bed, because I was vacuuming (the little bugger likes to chase the thing, and I don't want to run her over), because her cat-brother needed a break from her constant harassing...whatever. Nothing but mournful doggy cries for thirty minutes.
Two nights ago, she was having her dinner of kibbles and canned puppy food (the woman we got her from was feeding her this, and I do it because I want to make sure she's getting enough to eat) and once she was done, it was time for bed: after a short piddle, that is. Usually, she makes us ask her fifty five thousand times if she needs to poop before she goes to bed, tell her to stop biting, and then she will finally let us wrap her in her aquamarine baby blanket with the lamb on it, and put her in the kennel. Once she's placed amongst her bears and other miscellaneous dog-treasure, she'll come out of her blanket and start the night time version of the song. Coming complete with weird little vocal growl-howls.
That's the norm. Two nights ago, we told her to go to bed, and she waited for us to get her blanket, rather than biting and acting like a little doofie, and went in her kennel and slept immediately. I thought this may be a new trick of hers, and that she'd be waking us up at one in the morning. Not so. She was silent - all night long, until the alarm rang the next morning at five thirty. She was definitely glad to get out of her house, but she didn't yowl.
Last night was the same. I want to say "eureka!" but I'm afraid I'll jinx it ;)