Monthly Archives: September 2018

4 a.m. Less-capade

It’s not uncommon for one of my girls–never Buddy–to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and bark to inform me that they have to go outside. That early morning–a couple weeks ago–was no different. Luna’s barks invaded my dreams and woke me up. I groped for my phone and checked the time. It was a little after four.

Stupid dog.

I laid there hoping that she just heard something outside–perhaps another dog–and she was barking at the dog and would settle down soon. No dice. I sighed and drug myself out of bed.

In the back, Luna barked. I turned on the light and bleary eyes looked back at me, except Luna barked at Clara.

“Do you have to go outside?” I asked.

She didn’t give me the customary tail wag-butt waggle dance.

Clara jumped off the crate–a favorite spot for the girls to perch–and Luna jumped up.

I went to the backdoor and opened it to let Luna out. She refused. I closed it realizing that Luna had been barking at Clara because she wanted Clara’s spot. Mind you, there are two crates that the dogs can perch on.

Really Luna? I got out of bed to resolve a sleeping arrangement issue? Oh well. It wasn’t the first time I had to resolve similar situations. It’s just a part of pet parenthood, right?

I went back to bed, snuggling under my blanket and closed my eyes. A few seconds later my eyes popped open.

I had to pee.

Until next time, make sure your siblings know exactly where their sleeping spot or you’ll tell mom.