Millie-dog!
I’m watching Millie again this weekend. I haven’t seen that lil poop-machine in a couple months—it’s good to see her crazy hyper adorable face again. I swear she’s learned to jump *even higher* than she did the last time I saw her. She could make a million billion dollars in the circus, seriously.
Yay for having a warm snuggly body to cuddle up with at night, but boo for that warm body jumping on and off the bed and barking its little head off during quiet-time. We woke up for our first walk at 4:04 this morning. Since then she’s been pretty good, but dude, that’s nighttime. That’s not right.
I got her a new squeaky toy, and so far it’s a hit. That and doggie biscuits help assuage the guilt I feel at leaving her alone all day. She stares so pitifully at me every time I leave, it just about breaks my heart. But then I remember those five or six extra hours of sleep I could’ve had, and leaving her alone with her squeaky toy becomes much less painful.
Right now she’s lying on the couch with her paws crossed, watching me type and infusing the room with a general sort of cuteness. Looks like it’s time to go beddy-bye. Let’s try to make it to 6:00 this time, k hon?
Tags: sleep
October 17th, 2005 at 2:18 pm
funny how we humans try to train our dogs and far too often they end up training us. I took on a dog-sitting assignment while the parents went to HI last week; they’ve spoiled those two dogs so much that they give them “chews” every night [little rawhide things]. So the dogs know this, and are acustomed… but i couldnt find any so they went a whole week without their doggie crack. They begged and beged and i had nothhing to give ‘em. Silly parents.
December 3rd, 2005 at 9:41 pm
[...] I adopted him from Special Pals out in Katy, the same shelter Millie came from, but Tiny Tim (the name the shelter folks gave him) might as well be the anti-Millie. I’m afraid to let them be in the same room, lest they annihilate each other and turn into pure energy (the E=mc^2 kind, not the jumping-up-and-down kind). [...]