Her first night with us, Sandy was so happy to experience being in a home with people and dogs and soft surfaces that were all available to her that she could hardly contain herself.
We tried to have her in bed with us, but she climbed all over us and Fozzie and Lamar and kissed us nonstop and the boys were growling and we were getting all wet and sticky and very quickly, we decided it was time for the crate.
By the third night, Florian couldn't stand being separated from her for a whole 8 hours so we decided to chance it.
Whatever transpired in that little consciousness during those first few days with us, apparently it allowed her to settle in and just enjoy without frantically exuding her enjoyment all over her environment. She kissed us like a madwoman for a few minutes, then stretched out like a frog and promptly plotzed out. Heavy, uninterrupted breathing until morning.
The past few nights, she's been back to her little nut job self and so its been back to the crate! I felt like an ogre putting her in there, but the rest of us did need to get some sleep. Then last night I discovered that if I let her settle down in her crate while we're reading in bed and Fozzie and Lamar are trying to turn in early, then wait until a little while after I've turned the lights out, I can bring her out, put her down between me and Florian, and she goes immediately into heavy breathing frog pose and doesn't budge all night.
She is a wonderful, soft little sleeping companion and it is such a delight to have her there. She sleeps right between our heads, and she's such a small package that accommodating her doesn't require major contortions.
Whatever stresses and drawbacks come with the package of fostering a hyper little pit bull puppy, the one thought--that a little creature who may never have experienced a soft bed or sustained loving human contact is now experiencing them both, in excess--makes everything worthwhile.