A day morning in the life Wakey wakey My puppy alarm clock has just gone off. I stir and look around to get a gauge of what could have caused my 13-week-old Frenchie to cry. Darkness envelops the room. My body tells me it feels like the middle of the night. After 5 weeks of interrupted sleep the tiredness feels heavier. Depending on what time this is, it’s either a sensible time, that she’s held her bladder and needs taking outside to go to the toilet… Or as my dog trainer has explained, she’s still young enough to be scared and need comfort. As I reach over to look at my phone, it says 4.30am. I do the rough maths in my head – she’s been asleep for around 5 hours – it’s a reasonable time to request needing to empty her bladder. I get up, put on some socks. I take her out of her crate and carefully but clumsily carry her down the stairs, holding onto the handrail for extra support. I’m most certainly not feeling stable having just woken up. Outside she goes for number one and number two. I mentally congratulate myself for making the right...