I had forgotten what it's like to have a puppy around the house. Just this morning I've pulled him out from underneath the bed four times; gotten him out of my files 6 times; every rug in the house is balled up and in a different place than it was yesterday. The old dogs are hiding out. I finally took him for an early morning walk and threw the tennis ball a few times and I've had my first minutes of quiet since I brought him home 24 hours ago. The crate is out unless you want to listen to a barking, high pitched, shrill like whine. Definitely a life style change, but I love it.