Up at a god awful hour(for a Sunday)
Having a puppy is killing my sleeping life. Molly seems to think 5am is her waking hour. Probably due to the fact, that this is the hour for WEEKDAYS! She needs to learn about WEEKENDS! Forget the bladder. Peeing is highly overrated anyway. She is getting better about being in her "kennel" at night. Thank god. The first 3 nights were very painful. She and Benji wrestle ALL the time now. It's all fun and games till someone loses some fur, or an ear is pulled too hard(not to mention other parts that might be dangling in front of flying teeth). I sort of feel like a mother with twins. I saying my Nunny used to say to us when we were kids keeps popping in my head..."Fight nice!" I sort of feel bad that in a very short period of time, there is going to be a huge size difference. This is going to be very evident for molly who loves to hide from Benji under the Queen Ann style chairs in the living room. (Molly is in for a rude awakening in a couple weeks. We'll probably have to call the fire department to rescue her from being wedged under furniture.) Well, I think nap #1 is beginning. I'm going back to bed.