I love my dog except for from 3-6pm when he becomes psychotic maniac puppy from hell. He tries to dig his way through the porch wall, nips when I try to put him on the leash to take him out in the yard, attacks my pant legs once I get him out there and barks at everyone for no reason I can deduce. The rest of the time he's a very cool dog. It's just like a colickly baby or a little kid who gets cranky and crazy later on in the day, but you can't put a kid into a crate when he acts like that. That's one more way that having a puppy isn't really like having a baby.