It is not a jail sentence

I put the dogs out in their new backyard kennel,
today, for about an hour. Three of the
four dogs went into the cage, willingly;

one wouldn't go in at all, and ran back
into the house.

Javi and Bundy lay down, and appeared
to be enjoying the sunshine that shone through
the fencing material that the kennel is made of.

Morisson stayed seated, the whole time,
that he was in the kennel, and
seemed more thatn somewhat apprehensive
that he was inside such a conglomeration.

Shawtie ran, immediately, for the bedroom
that she mostly lives in, and positioned
herself on the bedroom chair that she
mostly sits in, rather than share
the outdoor kennel experience
with the other dogs.

I think that the dogs will get used to
the kennel, and come to realize that it
represents outside time, and not imprisonment.