In the Dog House

This is our dog, Max. He's in the dog house, both literally and figuratively. Last night, actually this morning at 4 a.m., I awoke to the sound of him urinating at the foot of our bed. On Sunday morning, he left stinky "presents" all over the living room.
Paul said it was the last straw and he could not sleep inside anymore. He previously had a dog house and was too afraid of it (he's a very scaredy-cat dog), but we decided to give it one more try. Paul and Rachel got a snap-together dog house, and put Max's big sleeping pillow inside. After a bit of persuasion he got inside and seemed to like it. I think the cat wants one now.