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Ass crack 'o dawn
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Ass crack 'o dawn The last couple of weeks I've been getting up earlier and earlier; my poor little mutt just can't really hold it through the night anymore and so he's been waking me up asking to go out anywhere from 4 am to 6 am this morning (6 am I can live with for the most part, but before that I tend to get irritable). I started out being a little bit aggravated with the little goober, but then it finally settled in that he doesn't have accidents and dragging myself out of bed to take him out doesn't take nearly as much effort as cleaning the carpet, so maybe I should cut him a little more slack especially given his advanced age. You've really never heard anything so pitiful ...he doesn't do anything so obvious as licking me. When he first started the "every now and then" having to go out thing, he'd stare at me until I woke up (and he'd stare really REALLY loud, too!). Now he just sort of moans ...it might make a good haunted house soundtrack, and there's NO way I'd ever let these ghost hunting shows get hold of him, but it's just so pitiful and never fails to wake me ...and usually pretty quickly. Despite knowing he can't help it, despite being happy he doesn't take the easier road and just crap on the carpet ...I'm still a bit of a grouch when getting awoken at 5 am by the ghost of Igawtagonow. I grumble, I grouse, I'd get hired for "The Walking Dead" (and probably get fired for being too realistic), but I'm finally beginning to learn a few things besides actually looking forward to daylight savings time for a change. First thing you have to understand is my little dude is totally rotten ...I spoil him mercilessly, but there are benefits too. First is that I might well be a hermit if not for him, but he likes his walks and he likes LONG walks! There was a day when he'd sit all day long as long as somebody was petting him, but now that he's in his golden years he's a bit prone to dragging me over to see anyone who might potentially give him a little attention, getting a pat or two on the head and then he's done. He used to absolutely adore , but these days he just sucks the minimum of attention out of them and then he's ready to go check out the next tree and bark at the next squirrel. When we go for a walk though ...he gets a treat. Sometimes it's a really great treat like a beggin' strip and other times it's just a biscuit. When we come into the house, he immediately runs to the kitchen and stands by the pantry door. There will be hell to pay if he doesn't get his treat, and he won't let you forget. It didn't take me long to figure out that even after being woken up at an inopportune time, taking him on even a shorter walk ...that dragging back up into bed without giving him at least something wasn't going over. The ghost of Igawtagonow gets joined by the ominous spirit of Gimmeatreatdammit, and there's just no going back to sleep with either of those fuckers. I've become a pretty light sleeper, and now having to navigate the stairs apparently makes my heart actually start beating (without coffee to jump-start it even), but as long as I give him a treat when we get back, he'll let me go back to sleep for a while. Most often, he let's me get back into bed but getting back to sleep just isn't in the cards though. Suddenly I think he'd make a good video game character ...level 15 goombah armed with the spiky bludgeon of cuteness. The level 48 grouch just doesn't have a chance... |
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