Well, the third day of writing and to be honest I thought I'd run out of things to say pretty quickly. I think puppy has different ideas though!
The siren started a bit later this morning - 5.40, wow she let me have an extra 20 minutes sleep! Same drill. Grope for clothes (put T-shirt on backwards), stumble downstairs carrying puppy, blind myself putting the kitchen lights on... Hmmm... is puppy leaking? I'm sure I haven't touched anything wet but my arm is not dry. My arm is suspiciously close to the bottom half of puppy - oh well, could be worse I suppose - could have been solid....
Out into the garden. Still dark and a bit of rain coming down I'm hoping she's quick doing what she needs to do. Ha! No chance of that.... she wants to play. At 5.45 in the morning she thinks I'm going to chuck a ball around the garden! No way! I make a half-arsed attempt at kicking the ball, forgetting it has been out all day yesterday in the rain - it rolls precisely 2 feet. I get a look from her as if to say 'what the hell was that? that was pathetic' - she barks at me (sorry neighbours!) then decides to do an impression of a very small express train around the garden. Fine. At least I don't have to chuck the ball.
Eventually she does her business and fast as lightning turns round and collects half of it in her mouth. Yum yum - nice breakfast....
So now I have a dilemma... do I let her get on with it or try to remove nice fresh warm poo (yuk) from her mouth? I'm lucky this morning - she dropped it.. woo hoo! Quick - get her inside before she tries again!