Just in case you missed that... QUARTER PAST THREE IN THE MORNING! I didn't even realise there was more than one three o clock on a Sunday - the only one I knew about was when the match kicks off!
So it started with a low level whimpering with the occasional yap and built up to a full blown banshee wail. My god - do you not know what sleep is? OK - so perhaps she's desperate and for once doesn't want to piss and crap in the house? I pull myself out of bed and take her out - and to be fair she needed to do both... then ran off to play with a stick. Well, sorry, but at that time of the morning (what am I saying?? It's the middle of the night not the morning!), there's no way I'm playing with a stick. A prompt dive for her, stick removed from the mouth and she's carried indoors... not putting up with her games!
If only I had.
I carry her upstairs, put her back to bed and climb into bed myself. Before I even get the chance to close my eyes the whining starts... a pathetic sounding but loud high pitched whine - one guaranteed to ensure you cannot get to sleep, probably guaranteed to wake every living creature within a 500m radius. The whine is interrupted every few seconds with a yap/bark which is probably capable of shattering glass... Oh joy.
Well - she's probably just wanting attention, best to ignore her - she'll stop the noise soon..... I guess that depends on your definition of soon. In this case 'soon' was just under an hour. I wonder if you can remove vocal cords from dogs?
You'd have thought that she'd be exhausted after that wouldn't you? Yeah... right....
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