So.... I woke up at 3:00 AM this morning. The bed was cold. Hubster had obviously not made it into bed yet. Last I saw him was when I kissed him good night at 11:30 - he was watching a movie downstairs, Diva was lounging in his lap, and he said he would 'finish the movie, put Diva in her crate and be up to bed in a bit'.
Famous last words.
So, at 3 AM I went downstairs and what did I find???
TV was BLARING. Movie was long since over and Hubster was sound asleep - and snoring loudly - on the couch. Diva was not only NOT in her crate, but she was running, unchecked from room to room. She was WILD. She practically had a lampshade on her head. There were 3 piles of poo; (and I didn't even bother to count puddles of pee).
I sighed, shook Hubster awake. He groggily looked at me, looked at the 3 piles of poo, realized I was irritated, and went up to bed. It took me a good 30 minutes to get Diva settled to the point where I could get her to go to sleep, and then I cleaned up the poo and the pee.
It's a Good Thing that puppy is so darn cute...... :-)
2 comments:
i changed my mind, I don't want one anymore. I think if I am required to clean up crap, I have to at least have the knowledge that that person will take care of me when I am old.
Ugh.
But then, look at that face!
Ha ha! I'm about to post another cute video.... you may change your mind.... yet again! (As they say, it's a 'woman's perogative', right???)
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