Help!

It seems that I spoke too soon...

On an earlier post, I mentioned that I had found a solution to my dog's chewing up things other than her chewtoys, more specifically, my lingerie. The solution: Put her in my spacious laundry room, complete with an assortment of toys and a nice bed. The beauty of all of that has been lost the last couple of days, though...

Now the challenge is to actually get her in there! Frankly it sucks and it’s making me feel like a big jerk every morning. I’ve had dogs my whole life and have found that they understand when I’m getting ready to leave. (I think it has something to do with putting on shoes!) Here recently, when the time comes to gather up my kid, car keys and purse, down go her ears. Her tail goes between her legs. There’s cowering in the corner. Today I literally had to chase her all over my house—from the corner of the kitchen to the living room, then down the steps and under the dang air hockey table. She was hunkered down on the carpet, looking at me like she was waiting for me to take a whack at her. (I would never!) By this time, though, I’m telling--no yelling--at her to get her where I want her. I realize as I’m heading out the door that my patience is non-existent, but I’m so frustrated and I’m not sure what to do.

I will never have an “outside” dog, I just don’t believe in it. It’s fine for other people, just not me. So what’s the solution to making mornings less painful for us both?

Help!!!