The horrible dog has started crying again. He began at about 3:00 this morning. I got up at 3:30 and let him out and then again at 4:30 and yelled at him, and I gave up at 5:30 and got up for good.
This meant that I was able to do the grocery shopping quite early and back sweet rolls for breakfast and get on with my sewing. It also means that I am tired and grumpy.
Some people have sympathy, I know, for the dog. They figure that when he cries, it is sad for him, and means something about his emotional or physical well-being that ought to make us concerned about him. I figure he is lucky we haven’t given him away by now to some other family of sounder sleepers.