Ollie liberated himself from his kennel last night. This happens. What is unusual, is there were not potty signs, signs of mayhem or destruction. He apparently curled up on a blanket and went to sleep-he didn't even torture the other dogs with "I'm out and you're not" because no one woke me up.
Ollie is not a perfect puppy-I'm healing from a nasty bite where he was going for the bone and got me. But, teaching a dog not to grab is just part of having a puppy, isn't it?
Oliver has the sweetest soul, and I am so lucky to have him in my life.