Moroccan dogs don’t get treated very well. This is the closest thing to a Moroccan Doghouse, I’ve seen. Sadly, these were my father-in-laws shepherds and when the city government decided to kill all the strays they executed these two with them. They were good dogs. Boochey and Blondey. I cried and mourned them. It’s one reason I could never think of staying in this country. I love dogs too much.