Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Amazingly, Tuesday night marks three consecutive nights the pups haven't slept with me.
I admit when on Sunday night I put the gate across the top of the stairs, I was a little indignant that no one whimpered or protested. The pups just seemed a teeny bit puzzled, but certainly not upset. Hmph! Apparently all this time I've been tolerating their 4am pugilistic sessions they've been indifferent to the choice of venue. I would awaken to exuberant thrashings and snarling, the pups being two little half-arsed boxing Matildas as the bed trembled and thrummed like a quarter-per vibro-massage motel bed. *classy!*
So, anyhoo, instead of the usual protracted settling down ritual they've been doing in bed nightly, left to their own devices on the main floor, they simmer right down and go to sleep.
Sleeping through the night is something I think I could get used to.