Sun Mote Copse here's the situation--i kinda kicked your dog into the sun.

The smallest Blackthorn didn't stir when her mother rose and stepped outdoors, nor would she have roused until much later in the day if not for a fat fly that drifted almost lazily into the den. It made a brief pit stop on the proverbial door frame, rubbing its tiny legs together mischievously, before taking flight again. One of Sugar's ears twitched as it registered the buzzing, though still she did not wake. Only when the fly circled the den almost lazily, then lit on the other ear and gave it a bite did the pup suddenly thrash awake.

Fortunately for everyone else still soundly sleep, Sugar didn't cry out. She sat up blearily even as the fly escaped back out the door and into the morning sunshine. She then frowned and rubbed at her ear with a foreleg before realizing she needed to urinate. The little tyke stood slowly and padded towards the den's mouth, squinting against the glare as she stepped outside and pausing with a small start when she found Finley blocking the way.

"Somet'in' bits'd," Sugar slurred as she crouched and brought up a hind leg to bat at her smarting ear. As she did so, she suddenly remembered her full bladder and set her foot back down and squatted properly, emptying it right then and there.