I try to be a good puppy mama, I really do.
When I told dear Drogo: Do not eat the pineapple. I kinda meant it.
Fast forward a few hours, a puppy paced and scratched in his crate, exploded for a three foot radius at 11pm, 12:20am, then again at 1:15am, and was whining and pawing at the door at 3am, well I just wanted some sleep.
So out he went.
Turfed out on his peedie 'ninky tush. (To quote local dialect)
I found him face down in the daffs.
Rough night boy?
Now, I am going to chug my coffee and get the carpet shampooer out.
Oh the glamour.