Zane is in the house in his playpen right now because his injured brother in currently in Zane's dog kennel. Kes, my wuss of a dog, is petrified. Poor sweet Zane, crippled Zane, must be just the scariest thing on the planet to her. He rarely makes a sound, but she knows he's in the house and must think he's going to jump out of his pen to chase her, flapping and squawking. She shakes, tries to hide under me, gets on the bed under the covers, tries to lay across my keyboard, and finally, she found the only secluded place in the house she could get into, the linen closet.