The frog torturing thing isn't great. Throwing snails against the patio doors just for fun probably also something best glossed over, as is Rupert's habit of considering his own poop a dessert option. But this morning he scaled new heights (literally) of puppydom when he was found standing on the dining room table looking rather pleased with himself.
So now we have to remember to always push the chairs in
as well as close doors, drawers and fridges quickly (he moves surprisingly fast for a little chap), put the tv remotes out of reach (found them in the middle of the lawn last week), hide the Radio Times (shredded before I'd read it), not leave newspapers on the sofa (ditto), never wear white clothes (unless you like the whole muddy paw print look) and keep all cups of tea above spaniel height (although our estimate of 'spaniel height' has to be increased significantly now we realise he has mountain goat somewhere in his pedigree)...