I’m being told off by a nine-month-old puppy. The other dog wants to be left alone and have a quiet night on the couch, yet the puppy insists on jumping on him and biting him.

The older dog, Finn, keeps looking at me as if to say “I just want a quiet life” while the puppy,  Sadhbh, will occasionally stop harrassing poor old Finn, and then she’ll stare at me with an expression similar to the one you’d imagine the black woman from Tom & Jerry would give the poor old cat when he did something wrong.

The big problem is that the now is 11.15pm. If they had done this two hours ago, it’d have been great. Like kids with sugar induced ADHD, they’d knacker themselves out before embarking on the long journey to the Land of Doggy Nod.

I have a feeling I might not be getting too much sleep tonight…