The First Night in Brooklyn
Well - overall - he was pretty good. Definitely could have been worse for a little guy separated from his family. I think I managed 5 hours of sleep if I was lucky.
I kept him in his crate most of the evening, but he had been apprehensive about eating all day long, and I woke to what sounded like a coughing up sound, to find his stomach rumbling pretty loudly. I let him out to find some food - hoping this would settle him down so he could sleep better. After eating a hand-full of food, he was kind enough to poop on his pad! I was very happy about this as you can imagine. We played a little and I returned him to his crate.
I have to admit that I cheated a little by bringing the crate next to my bed, but it kept him calm, so I’m going to have to bend rules a bit. Over time we’ll try moving the crate further away.
I woke up perhaps once more and let him out to pee, unsuccessfully, I think. The rest of the night until about 8 AM he was pretty silent, with only the occasional whimper.
