Morning three

Last night was "tough love phase one."   When I was ready for lights-off, I lifted Pippin into his kennel and closed the door.  For 20 minutes, he let m78///////////////////////// (that was his typing right there) me know I was the most horrible person in the world.  I need to record the sound tonight because even though he's frustrated, it is the sweetest little puppy voice ever.  Well, Pippin took a page out of Linda's puppy's book.  Every two hours, I had a little puppy wake-up call.  This time I was "with it" enough to slip on Paul's jacket and flip flops and take him out to his outside spot.  I was proud of him for doing his thing and of myself for sleepwalking so well that he and I made it out and back every time. After each bathroom trip, we went through the "You don't love me any more" phase, but luckily it got progressively shorter.

At the 6 o'clock potty break, it was light enough that I figured we'd better get up.  He was so perky during playtime this morning!  I guess a good night's sleep (or what he thought was a good night's sleep) and a calm little tummy helped.  He chased his ball, chewed on the rope toy, gnawed on his stuffed hedgehog, and practiced teething on his rawhide strip.  Then we went for a walk around the yard.  Well, I walked- Pippin leaped along behind me.    Then came breakfast, which he gobbled right down (what a relief), and now it's "explore the living room time" while I blog.