Saturday, June 26, 2010
I get up from my chair, kiss hubby goodbye and have a nice day. I tell the kids (dogs) it is time to go to bed. We go through the hallway and I stop at the back door, with my hand on the door knob I ask "Do you need to go outside?". If they stop with me then that is a "yes", if they go around me then it is a "no". The two boys stop, Chaquita does not. I let them out and stand there at the door, peering through the window and wait. I have to stand there cause they tend to get distracted at...I think the wind or maybe a field mouse moving the grass and sometimes the neighbors dogs. In which case if any of these things happen the barking is inevitable. I have to try to get them to focus and be quiet, considering...
1. I am tired and barely able to stand without falling over cause I am so tired. Lets hurry up and get this over with!
2. It is usually 4 or 5 in the morning! I don't want them waking anybody and being the troublesome dogs of the neighborhood.
As each dog comes back to the porch, I open the door briefly enough to let them in. I stand there..okay one down, just one more to go. I yell out the window "Hurry up Taco" (he is always the last one) and he finally comes up to the porch, I open the door just wide enough for him to get through and he doesn't come in. I shut the door quickly (still gotta keep an eye on them sneaky cats rushing out the door)and look out the window. He is just standing there sniffing the air, like he is looking for something or anything to bark about.
For some reason he does this at least 70% of the time, it is very aggravating! I ask through the window "Are you done?", this usually leads to him walking for the door. Then you have the other times that seem like he is going deaf! He is 12-14 years old (says the vet), so I do give him some slack and try again.
"Are you done, yet?" If I still don't get a response, I open the door and have to tell him "Come on" and sometimes several times. Now I know he has done his business cause here lately I have been watching to be sure.
Here is how come I've been watching to be sure...
Now remember I don't go to bed till 4-5am. It never fails that Taco wakes me at 9-10am to go outside again. I would say that 5 years ago he was a 7 hour guy, but here lately he is down to 5 hours at the most. So we crawl out of bed and stumble to the door and everybody is ordered out to do their business. This old woman is hoping that if they all go then we can get back to bed and get more hourS sleep.
I can handle getting woke up for a potty break and going back to bed, if it wasn't for this...No more than an hour later, Taco is waking me up AGAIN. Most mornings it is just a thing, but then there are the mornings that I throw back the covers in frustration and grumble, stomp and have a hissy fit!
Good Morning Everyone! !@#$#@!
Pass the coffee...
Okay I think I'm better now!
Posted by Heather at 12:00 AM