
I don't kennel as such, but when we moved 2 ½ years ago we ended up with a much smaller house simply because my mother in law and stepson then came to live with us, and half the house was turned into a flat for them. Also the kitchen is smaller than the old one. Hence we started leaving the big dogs outside for most of the day (not the toydogs) -it no longer mattered if they barked, and yes they do bark a LOT more. I have a kennel up, it is 14 ' x 8 ' in size but the dogs are in no way confined to it, they have the entire run of the back garden and the kennel is open so they can go inside it if they want to. I found they adapted very well indeed to being outside pretty much all day, but I don't think they'd have adapted to actually being kenneled. The reason for saying that is that initially, when we had bitches in season, we set up a kennel and run elsewhere outside and tried to either kennel the bitch or the dog (only had one entire male dog then, now have two). It didn't work. They got so stressed out by being confined, and when I put my male dog outside he barked almost nonstop for 3 days so in the end we couldn't stand it.
I also always bring the dogs in when it rains (cold doesn't bother them), they are inside right now for instance for that very reason. Despite having a big (insulated) shed full of straw, if it rains they just lay down outside and get soaked and look miserable. An of course they always come in at night. So during the summer they have been outside all day from early morning until about 10 pm, now when the weather is turning it will be a case of going out and coming back in again several times during the day all according to the weather.
One final thing about when it rains: I only have one Golden Retriever now, the others are Malinois and Malinois crosses so shortcoated, and I have to say that one single Golden drags in ten times more wet and mud than seven other dogs -it only takes 5 minutes outside in rain or a quick trip outside when it is wet on the ground and he will be soaked (especially stomach, tail and trousers if he sits down), then when he comes in he wags his tail and the mud splatters all over the walls. (That is despite our back garden being half flagstones, half gravel!)
Marianne. Dogs are not our whole lives, there are cats too!