Jamie and I had reached the end of his first day with me. It was very exciting and he is exhausted. I cannot tell you how sweet he was cuddled in my arms as he snoozed.
My bedtime approached and I took Jamie out to go potty one more time. I had decided that the best choice until I got to know him well was crating him at night. He had not mapped out the house, as of yet, and of course he was a puppy and puppies chew, so there were safety reasons. I made him a little bed and gave him a treat. I settled in for the night, but sleep was not to be had, at least for me. Jamie barked and barked most of the night. I tried taking him to bed, but he did not understand that the bed has a drop off point. Back into the crate, it was safer. Somewhere before daylight, he fell asleep, but not without leaving me a present.
How did I not know about his “gift?” I had put his crate at the far end of the house from me, so I could sleep. I opened my bedroom door and instead of coffee, I smelled poop! I go to get Jamie, he is covered in it. I took him out and drew bathwater. Now I am not a morning person, at least not before coffee, but seriously, who could have coffee when he was so full of it!!!!!!
To be continued…….
