I love my fur babies but damn they don't help me have a good night's sleep. Last night was typical.
At 3:30am Mr. Fox bolted off the bed and out the dog door barking his head off. I laid there thinking he'll be done in a minute. Nope. Got up to get him in at which time Scruffy ran out the dog door and began barking. As I am standing at the door with the cold air whisper yelling, "MR. FOX! BAD DOG!" Husband, from the bed, says, "Bad Dog" and in they both trot. &^%&$ dogs!
Now, that wouldn't be too bad if I could fall back to sleep right away like Husband does. But no, no I can''t and part of the reason is because Scruffy, in her new relaxed state, decided to lay next to me expecting copious amounts of petting and rubbing and any time I slowed down or stopped she gave me the nose under my hand. I get it dog. I'll keep going since I'm not sleeping anyway. After a good half hour of this she seemed content enough to have me stop. I'm in the clear I thought, and can try to fall asleep again.
Not so fast. Along came Shaggy, the best cat. He now expected his fair share of rubbing. He decided to put himself on my chest. He's 20lbs. At least he purred. I do love the purring. It really is calming. After another 20 minutes, I decided to try and roll ever so slightly so he'd sort of fall off to the side and I could just keep my arm on him. He got up and left. Finally, I rolled over AND COULDN'T SLEEP!!! It must've been close to 5am when I finally fell asleep again.
This morning I am wondering why I care weather the cat and dog or comfortable? OMG! Something is wrong with me!
Apparently something isn't wrong with me. We didn't open Saturday's mail until Sunday after I typed the above and received this:
|It say's 'excessive dog barking is a nuisance to your neighbors.'|
|Mr. Fox in his new accessory.|