Cole that is. He had a rough night. And if he has a rough night so do I. Afterall, he sleeps in bed with one of us, but on a leash. He is bed trained, but not house broken. He started out in bed with the boys but when he kept crying at 2 a.m. Boy A brought him to me so I would take him out. And take him out I did, three times from 2 to 4 in addition to the time hubby took him out. Which means that we took the little rat tailed, monkey sock, pain-in-the-butt out four times in two hours in the middle of the night. Four times when we would much rather have been sound asleep. And each time we took him out all he did was play.
The fifth time he cried to get out of the bed I decided he could play while I snoozed and I just let go of the leash. Boy was I sorry when I woke up. He left presents all over the place. I don't know how it was possible all that came out could have fit in him at one time. And none of it belonged on the rugs. So I spent much of the morning cleaning up after him and hoping I learned my lesson.
2 comments:
There is no way that cute pupy could be a pain in thr butt!
Goodlookin
He's still a cutie patootie
K
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