Been really tired lately – not enough sleep. Last night, I decided to go to sleep (relatively) early, and was actually feeling really quite rested when I heard Mobius barking his ass of in the backyard at 6am. Not rested rested, mind you, but like the potential for feeling rested was there, had I not had to get up and drag his ass back indoors so he’d stop barking with the neighbor’s dog. Probably the first time I’ve ever wanted to really smack the dog, but since he was just doing what dogs do, it’s hard to hold it against him. Brought him in, closed the dog door, and went back to sleep. Of course, now it’s 9, time to go to work, and I’m totally fucking beat.
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Funny, Peter woke up at 6am this morning (he usually sleeps until 8 or 9). We tried everything but couldn’t get him to go back to sleep. I gave him my iPod, which usually entertains him for a while but then he started to chew on it. So, we just had to wait it out until he fell asleep at 9 again.
Rawhide
I feel terrible because I woke up first, thinking I heard the dog barking, looked over without my glasses to the spot I expected Mobi to be, then thought I saw him, and promptly went back to sleep.
Apparently, I didn’t actually see him. Or maybe he went out afterwards. Hmm.