4:00AM…I wake up…My dog wants to go outside (small black dog)…I let him out, crawl back into bed, and then I hear it…”meeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww”…I wait a heartbeat…”cry”…I swear.
I now know how Bill Murray felt in Groundhog Day…except my groundhog is a bengal/siamese mix named Lance.
I won’t lie, I broke right away this morning; grabbed the cat as soon as I could find him, went to the living room with him, my blankie, two dogs and second cat trailing me, and curled up on the couch right away. They all shut up and we went back to sleep by 4:30 at the latest. I slept blissfully until 6:38…when Nero (small black dog) wanted out…I really need to break that freaking habit.
So my husband walks out bleary eyed and asks me why I am sleeping on the couch, yet again…imagine my embarrassment when I admit that it shuts up the animals…so if need be, we will be closing them out of our room at night…wouldn’t really take much to turn the second bedroom (currently nothing in it like 3 boxes of goodwill stuff) into a pet sanctuary where they stay, and we stay in our room…maybe that’ll be a weekend project for me … it’d sure make the master bedroom feel HUGE (which it is, but feels normal since there are 2 dog kennels and a therapeutic foam bed in there with us)… Great, now my brain is spinning about reorganizing a bedroom around dog kennels…