I am not
a morning person. I have tried for years to become a morning person so I could get more done, workout and so on. But I am at my best when I can get up around 9:30 am.
The girls are morning dogs. I don't know what I have done in a past life to deserve having morning dogs, but I think they were sent to torture me through sleep deprivation. This morning was no exception.
Give you a layout of where the dogs sleep, Sydney is at the foot of the bed on my side of the bed. Addy is in between the bed & the dresser, right next to my head. Once again, on my side of the bed (see a pattern). At some point, every morning, Sydney gets up and wants to lay on Addy's pillow. I am not for sure why she does this but I think it starts some of the rumbling in the morning.
So this is how this morning started:
5 am - Sydney starts whining. A sound that could make me up from dead and conjures up when she was little and I used to run downstairs and make sure she hadn't gone in her crate. At this point, I look at her, tell her to go lay down (I think it is 5 am) and go back asleep.
5:15 am - Sydney whiining again. At this point, I look at the clock and can't tell where the girls where in the room but just remember telling them to lay down.
5:30 am - Sydney again
whining. Now maybe a sane person would have would have gone and let them outside. If it were Addy, I would have. But Sydney hardly ever
has to go out. And, I am not of sound mind at the moment, so I tell her to lay down. Well, of course Addy is up and at full attention and I tell them both to 'lay down'. Now they are sharing Addy's pillow at my head.
5:45 am - I get Addy's paw. I am just angry at this point and I am now yelling at them to lay down and go to sleep. Once again, a sane person would have probably gotten up and
maybe put them in the crate. That usually results in Sydney barking, at the top of her lungs, to be let out. Still not thinking clearly, however.
6 am - Addy's paw and
Sydney's whining. Needless to say, I have hit the point of no return. I am yelling at both of them to lay down, threatening with their beds (aka crate), and just being mean. Sydney cowers on Addy's pillow and Addy just lays on the floor.
6:30 am - Alarm clock. I don't get to hit snooze
. Finally, I get out of bed.
By the way, my husband heard none