In bed by 10:35 pm. Read a few pages of the Dorothy Parker biography I am plodding my way through. Lights out at 11:05 pm. 12:45 am there is a white dog staring at me so loudly that it wakes me from my sound sleep. Guess who needs to go out for yet another walk? This happens when Willi gets irregular.
His stomach has been bothering him again. I think he’s allergic to the office and each time I take him to work with me he gets his stomach all upset. Well, here I am wide awake when I should be a sleep.
I wanted dogs, so now I have the consequences of my choices. That’s just the way it is folks. We choose, then we live our choices in the form of consequences. I love my puppy dog, never had a better friend, but at times like this I feel like a mother with a permanent new born infant, up for one of those fun 2:00am feedings. Yikes! Only this is a 1:00am pooping. Consequences…not circumstances.
You poor thing. That's an awful time to walk the dog. But the poor dog too. He is totally dependent on you to take him outside. You wrote this at 1.19 am? I guess there is more to come later then.