Grr...

Love this photo...Prince looks so bothered. Ha! Silly dog needs to realize that Spencer is the only one that actually wants to hang out with him.

Psychic dog?

I love our dog, I really do. He is treated like part of the family and is by my side as much as he can be when I am home. If I move from the office to the master bedroom, which is maybe a total of 20 steps, he will get up and move too. He's a pretty low key dog, doesn't really play or chase balls. He does like chasing cats and squirrels, but only if they are in our yard. He doesn't like the rain or getting his paws wet. He sleeps in the room with us, enjoys scraps from the table and several walks a day. He's kept up to date with yearly vet visits and heartworm preventative, as well as flea/tick preventative. He's spoiled rotten and I love him to death. I can't imagine my life without him. Until the following happens.

He's been baby training me for the last week. I'm a light sleeper and don't enjoy it one bit! I remember when I use to sleep deep and anywhere. Now, not so much. I can fall asleep with the TV on, but after a bit the noise annoys me and it must go off. The whir of the fan can keep me up for hours as I listen to it make it's humming noise. Once we stayed at a hotel and the light above the bed somehow vibrated from who knows what and I heard it all night, getting a absolutely craptastic nights sleep.

So imagine my horror this week, when Prince decided to stay up most of the night walking around, scratching, coming to my side of the bed and looking at my face and then going to Hubby's side and looking at his face. When you finally pay him attention and wake up, you realize the lights have been out for maybe 2 hours. So up one of us will get to take him out front to pee. Because he refuses to use his dog door at night...we think he finds the backyard creepy. He does his business and comes in only to start the noise all over again, two hours later. This is when I spout off sleepy language that is not fit to print. When I wonder why I own a dog in the first place. Why we have a dog door when he won't use it at night.

And then I realize it's his way of saying "I know there's a bun in there and I'm preparing you for that. You won't thank me now. But you will thank me later."

Happy Friday!