Having a puppy is much like having a toddler in the house.
She gets into stuff. Even though she's confined to the same room as I am and isn't ever left alone to roam freely, she still manages to get into things. Like when was getting dressed this morning.
I had crated her when i was in the shower. There's no way I can supervise her when I'm all wet and soapy, so for her own good she went in her crate. When I got out, she was howling that distinctive, heart rending howl that puppies make when - the one that always makes their humans melt. So, I got her out and had her in the bedroom with me whilst I was getting dressed and drying my hair.
Mistake. It usually takes me a couple of minutes to get dressed. Today, it took nearly 20. She got into everything. She tried to chew Dave's combat boots, so I had to rescue them from her. Then she moved on to his Tevas. When those got removed from her and as I was drying my hair, she moved around to the other side of the bed and she mouthed my Doc Martens. Luckily I got those away from her before she was able to leave teeth marks on them.
Then she moved onto my knitting suppies. I keep my yarn in plastic totes under the bed, and she somehow managed to get a ball of yarn out and was having great fun with that as I was brushing my teeth. It wasn't a particularly expensive ball, and I can salvage most of it so it's not the end of the world.
I can't be mad at her, though. I tell her "NO" and try to be stern with her, but then she looks at me with that cute boxer puppy face and I just can't maintain a straight face. I break out in a smile and she's got me right where she wants me.
Luckily she's too young to know how to use that to her advantage. Yet, anyway.