We have dogs. Four of them, to be specific. Three of the four are what I like to refer to as “special needs” dogs, usually suffering from a lack of legs or simple common sense.
Every so often one of the dogs just decides to be a total nuisance. Last night was one of those times.
Hoot decided that in between biting us awake, he’d whine. Constantly. He also must have decided he’d read something to fall asleep, because he tried to carry off my Kindle.
At some point, a half-asleep Mags asked me why he was misbehaving. I told her I wasn’t sure, but I thought it was because he wanted to sleep outside in the 10 degree cold. I’d compromise and just put him in the basement, though; because I’m nice.
Then she asked me (and I’m not making this up) if he was acting up because of “something he saw on the Internet.” I assured her I’d not been showing him anything online.
Luckily, the Kindle wasn’t hurt. And more luckily, the dog responded to us giving him a little something for his aching back, which is probably the reason he was making sure we didn’t get any sleep in the first place.
If we’d just learn to read his signs, we wouldn’t get woken up repeatedly. Or at least if we gave the dog a Benadryl and some beer we’d get a similar effect.
