Logan's new crate finally arrived at 8am this morning. Was so excited when I saw the courier van down the front. She was too, but that's probably because she wanted to get into the van. Lol.
Put it all together (curse, swear etc), dragged it down the hall after realising I should have assembled it where I wanted it to go (more cursing, swearing etc) and popped a sheepskin blanket in it because insert hasn't arrived yet. Went and put the big box up into the recycling area outside, and came back inside to find her happily in her crate belting the crap out of Tigger, her plush tiger who is minus a leg and a tail.
Hmm, yep, she's definately crate-trained! Woohoo.