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.

Bitches.

Sleeping through the night is something I think I could get used to.

6 comments:

Mauser*Girl said...

Oh, that made me giggle. :)

In my house, it's the cats who are up to no good at night. Although they're usually pretty good about finding spots that don't interfere with me rolling over, and quite frequently I find them ying-yanged with each other in the morning.

g bro said...

Nice simile. ;-)
You don't want them to not sleep with you, just not fight on you. The worst I get is "hiss hiss smackety smack" and a little growling. They fight like 12-year-old sisters! Oh, that's right, they are.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

At least now you know you will not be one of those helicopter parents when the dogs go away to university.

Greybeard said...

It'll be a "three dog night" here this P.M. I have one...
Can I borrow yours?

Old NFO said...

At least they don't have to be walked at 0300 :-) Next will be the doggy door, then you can sleep as late as you want!

phlegmfatale said...

MauserGirl - I'm glad you got a grin out of it. They're such funny creatures, I really can't be mad at them. It's really funny, though, because a good friend rightly predicted that the one who would take their exile the hardest would be me. Too true. :P

g bro - well, in your case, again, you're dealing with felines. At least the pups are (somewhat) trainable, and perhaps I am, too.

Barbara - Well-put! *LOL*

Greybeard - oh, how I'm missing Chuy -he's like a little velvet-covered hot water bottle. Oh well.

Old NFO - 0300? *brrrr* getting out of bed to walk the babies seems worse than cleaning up a mess... must work on that, though...