Chrissy: 2:00 a.m. conversations
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!)
posted by Chrisanne Serafin at
10:09 AM
3 Comments:
Just remember how endearing he looks!
hahahahahaha!!! Yeah I have no control over my mouth at those times either. Only I don't get aggressive, I get absolutely loony! Basically, if you wake me up mid-sleep, you wake me up mid-dream too, and if I'm not fully awake, then you get to find out what I'm dreaming about... aka SLEEP TALK! haha- my family gets a good laugh out of it later. ;)
I'm the same way about being woken up. I'm ornery.
On a lighter note, my cat used to love going outside too, but as she got older she became deathly afraid of even approaching doors. Very odd if you ask me.
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