Penelope has a thing where she grabs whatever toy she's gnawing on, and immediately goes into a tiny, fuzzy death roll.
Meanwhile, Tucker attempts to sneak into her little gated area and binge on her puppy food. If he had hands, he'd be shoveling it in faster than I do movie theater popcorn. And that's fast.
Also? Crate training? Pen associates this with torture and abandonment. This makes going to bed extra awesome.
Day three, check.