When “Tuffy” was born, I had the whelping box next to my bed…when the pups got to where they were crawling out, I built a pallet pen with chicken wire and put it in the living room…every morning when I got up at 4 a.m. to go to work, the little bastard would be standing with his front paws on the fence while the rest of the pups were in a pile sleeping… I’d pick him up and take him outside…I had him potty trained before he was 8 weeks old…never messed in the house… never chewed anything up and never got in the garbage…
