The other day my husband and I went out with some friends, which meant that Phantom had to be crated for the first time. He didn't do too badly that we could tell. He pulled a few of my husband's shirts in that were in reach, which we've been told could be boredom. But since that, he seems to be afraid of the crate. The crates are in the bedroom, and every time he gets an inkling he might get put in one he won't come when called.