Saturday May 22, 2010

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.






One response to “Saturday May 22, 2010”

  1. ozarque Avatar

    Maybe if you had a noise-machine — surf, rain, babbling brook, whatever — beside your bed the way I do, it would let you sleep through his crying? It’s clear that you’re not worried about his crying…