is one of the things that happens with a young puppy. He is not too bad when put to bed, unless we don’t think and put him to bed when very excited, like we did last night = whining puppy. He didn’t whine for long, but I had to get up an hour or so later as he starting whining as he needed another trip in the garden.
This is also the reason he wakes us early. I hope he will learn to wait a bit longer with time; he is only just over 9 weeks old.
This morning, just after I came downstairs (I got Dave to go down to let Dill out as I had done the late night duty), Dill managed to pull a bottle of squash off the shelf in the kitchen where it belongs. I don’t know what was going on, but it was obviously very dangerous and needed barking at.
What I hadn’t realised, is that we have a flying dog!