She Who Will Be Obeyed!: Long Night

September 25, 2003

Long Night - Long Day

I'm really tired. Not as tired as John, who gave up sleeping at 3:00 am and came in here and blogged all night, but I'm pretty tired.

If you don't care about critters, check me tomorrow.

We have 5 dogs. The two oldest, Mickey the 13-year-old Golden Retriever and Little Guy the 12-year-old Chow, have some old age issues.

Little Guy was the big problem last night. The four major dogs were sleeping outside (we have had wonderfully mild weather lately) and at about 1:00 am, I was awakened by a woof ... woof ... woof ... woof and so on. That was Mickey. She is persistent as hell. (and the neighbors poor little miniature Schauzer was yipping all night long - he never ever gets to go inside). So I got out of bed and went down to the basement to let them inside.

I thought this was fine. Shadow (90 pound black lab), Whiskey (50 pound ugly, but lovable terrier mix), Mickey and Little Guy all made it upstairs to our bedroom.

Little Guy decided it was time to gnaw on one of the raw hide bones strewn throughout the house, and somehow managed to drag his teeth along it so that it sounded like someone scratching a blackboard.

Arggghhhh!!!!

So I got out of bed again, and took the bone from his grumpy jowls.

Then he decided that he had to have water - and only the water from the toilet was acceptable. I got out of bed again, and put the lid down on the potty.

Finally, Little Guy decided that since he had been outside all day long and had not dirtied the backyard, it was time to pee and poop in the house.

He wandered up and down the hallway with great awful odors emanating from his nether regions. I knew what was happening, but by now, it was 2:30, and I didn't want to get out of bed, I figured what the hell, it will be no worst in the morning.

By then Shadow was in the bed with us, along with our spare dog, Houdini. Little Girl the cat was bopping Houdini on the head for daring to cuddle with her humans, Gandalf the Grey Persian was trying to hump my leg, and Barnacle was whining that since everyone was up, she ought to get fed now.

I pulled the covers over my head.

John finally grumbled, got out of bed and cleaned up the many Little Guy poos and pees, put Little Guy back ouside and came back in and blogged all night long.

Time to eat dinner.

Beth

Posted by Beth at September 25, 2003 6:58 PM

Comments

See? Life without parole, that's what pet ownership is. They trick you with their cuteness so your brain is addled and then let their true nature out when you bring them home.

Do I still love Puppy? Grudgingly.

Posted by: DC at September 25, 2003 10:46 PM