This Morning's Scenario
Laying in bed this morning I was having a good dream. One of those ones you really don't want to wake up from and the kind which you can't remember for the life of you when you wake up. I hear "whine". A few minutes later "whine". Then a few minutes after that "Bark!". Mom nudges me to let me know old retired dog is whinning (I slept with mom). I reply grumpily "I know!". Then I lay there to debate on making old retired dog wait a few more minutes hoping I can fall back asleep and she'll lay down. Get warm and comfy under the blankies. Almost asleep. Sniff, sniff, mutter "What the hell." Get up, go into second bedroom and discover old retired dog has crapped on the floor. Mutter under my breath. Stumble around half asleep, eyes not focusing looking for toilet paper, remember toilet paper is in the bathroom dumbshit. Pick up dog crap. Deposit dog crap in toilet. Step in one I missed. Swear. Pick up remaining turd and clean foot off. Use the bathroom myself. Take old retired dog out to the bathroom. She tries to chase a rabbit. Get old dog to go potty and poop. Come back in get comfortable in bed. Sniff, sniff, think to self "Aw, not again." Get up and search for crap only to discover mother's Boston Terrier has the farts of doom. Groan. Say screw it and get up and take a shower.
All of this before 7 a.m. this morning. Some people still struggle to understand why it is I sleep so much when I stay at my own home. That's because old dog knows I'll get up and take her out no matter if it's 5 a.m. or not. Now sitting here debating on heating up last nights cheeseburger leftover so I don't have to cook.
All of this before 7 a.m. this morning. Some people still struggle to understand why it is I sleep so much when I stay at my own home. That's because old dog knows I'll get up and take her out no matter if it's 5 a.m. or not. Now sitting here debating on heating up last nights cheeseburger leftover so I don't have to cook.