Many years ago I lamented to someone how Manny was getting up so early my toes were in constant risk of stubbing from wandering around in the dark. He pointed out that Manny had trained me well to get up when he wanted out of his crate.
That point was driven home to me again over the weekend – the revelation hit me like a slap upside the head: Flick was learning from his distant uncle Manny. In addition to the puppy-sized bladder and concomitant oh-dark-thirty bathroom break, the little guy had me hoodwinked into letting him out again an hour later … for the day. I was complying because he’s still sleeping next to the bed and his yowls are ear-piercing – not conducive to spousal slumber.
She relented a few nights ago, urging me to apply the same lesson I was using during the day when Flick agitated to be released from his pen to wreak havoc on the Corgi, kittens, and landscaping while his long-suffering uncle watched in dismay. During the day, the yips and howls were ignored and within seconds subsided, often concluding with a sigh and a curl-up before a quick puppy nap.
So, I took up my better half’s offer and at the 5:40 a.m. wake-up yip, rolled over instead of pulling on the sweatpants. A couple turnarounds in the crate, a little grunt, and the welcome, comforting sound of … sleeping puppy.
Do I get a treat?
I was up at 5:30am with our new pudelpointer pup. I think she is training us as well. I am going to try your suggestion and just ignore her until I am ready to wake up tomorrow….need to find my ear plugs.
Just make sure she has “emptied out” at least once in the middle of the night. We’ve found most yelps are sincere requests to go potty.