My dear little border collie, Codak,
has recently developed a phobia of being outside.
He refuses to leave the house unless you literarily drag him out the door.
He also sleeps inside in his kennel, next to the back door at night.
Last night I slept on the couch, near the back door.
Around 2:00 a.m. my darlingest puppy kept whining and barking.
There is something you should know about me.
I. Hate. Being. Woken. Up. Mid-sleep.
Like cleaning, it makes me really aggressive.
Codak learned this this morning...
when I made death threats to him because he was being so noisy.
Please don't ever try to talk to me that early in the morning.
We probably won't end up being friends anymore because I have ZERO control over my mouth at that ridiculous time.
(hah! Not that any of you would be up at that unseemly hour anyways!)
