Yesterday’s post, the one where I kind of raved about how awesome my dog is about sleeping on her bed when she’s told to sleep on her bed.
Yea. That post right there, pretend it never existed.
Because last night… 2am, the dog was on my bed. 4am, the dog was on my bed. 5am, the dog was on my bed (and I gave up telling her “Off. Place.” because by then, I was awake and figured I’d just get up and get to work. Busy day ahead and all that.
The little beast had the nerve to GROAN at me when I accidentally bumped her foot (that was hanging off of MY bed) as I stumbled to the bathroom.
How dare I keep her from her beauty sleep.
Shit. I’m tired.