Buster butt woke me up at 6am doing that “I really need to go outside” noise that he sometimes makes (usually while I’m sleeping.) I tried to ignore him, even when he got the bedroom door opened and wandered into the living room, I decided I didn’t care if he had an accident, I’d just clean it up when I woke up at a decent hour.
Except he didn’t GO. He came back and pounced me and made that “I REALLY NEED TO GO OUTSIDE NOISE” and then Lola decided maybe she needed to go too. Even when I tried to coax her up onto the bed next to me, she wasn’t interested.
So, I got up and all three dogs ran screaming and barking at the tops of their lungs to the back door. I wrenched the door open and Buster butt and Lola went outside, looked at me confusedly because it was COLD and RAINY. Skeeter went out onto the top step and refused to go any further. She just kept glowering at me because I would not let her back in until the other two finished their business (which they did.)
And then they all three ran straight back to the bedroom, climbed into bed, and went to sleep for another freaking three hours.
While I worked. And cursed. Because it was cold and dark and wet and I WAS TIRED.
12 hours later, I’m still here working and it’s still cold and dark and wet and I believe all the dogs are in MY bed again.
None of this seems very fair, does it?