I am cream crackered after a week of looking after the puppy. Trying to train crate train her but it means me and Mrs Grove need to take it in turns to kip on the couch because the dog wakes up every 4 hours to be taken out for a piss. Also trying to train the little fecker not to bite me (the dog, not Mrs Grove) as she has a gob full of evil little needles and tests everything by chewing it. Grove Junior needs football boots so I shall be chavving it up at Sports Direct tomorrow. How are your weekends panning out?