I was up allllllllll night with a certain little weenie dog. I’m not naming names, but NIGEL was to blame. 1am, 2:30am, 4am, 6am, 7am he was up, pacing around the bed shaking and crying to go outside.
Did I mention that it was cold and raining last night? And did I mention that Nigel doesn’t like to potty outside when it is cold and raining, so I had to carry him out to the grass or he would just walk back in the house to, um, take care of business. (Oh to be a pretty, pretty princess weenie dog…). This means that I was wet and cold in the middle of the night in my pj’s.
So this morning, so that I don’t hold my sleepless night against Nigel, and so that I can move on with my life, I needed to look at cute photos of the little pest. I needed a reminder that he’s adorable, not just a nuisance that kept me up all night. I did tell you that he woke me up several times didn’t I?
Oh, yeah, and at 4am I was actually getting worried about him so I decided to wake up my husband.
“Babe. Babe.” Shake shake shake. “Babe.”
“I think something is wrong with Nigel. I’ve been up with him all night, but he’s shaking and swollen again.”
Side note – Nigel has a doggy disease called Cushings. It messes with his thyroid and when things get out of whack for him, he swells. Usually a Pepcid gets things in working order fairly quickly, but last night it wasn’t kicking in fast enough for my liking…
“Would you take a look at Nigel and see if he seems sicker than normal to you?”
My husband reaches out his hand, pets my arm and says, “He seems fine to me.”
SERIOUSLY? “Fine, I’ll just take him out AGAIN and handle this all by myself as usual!”
This is when I started feeling really sorry for myself, oh and for Nigel too. I’ll admit it, when I’m losing sleep I feel sorry for ME first, the sick animal is second. Perhaps I should feel bad about this, but here’s the truth…I’ll give you or any animal anything I have. Money, food, my time, my effort, I’d even give my blood before I want to give of my sleep. Seriously, I NEED that sleep. I’m an 8 hour a night kinda gal… not 7, not 6, certainly not like 3!!!!! 9 would be nice! 10 is better. My point, I’m totally greedy with my sleep.
Nigel is lucky he’s so cute.
I’m not bitter that I’m exhausted. I’m not bitter that I’m exhausted. I’m not bitter that I’m exhausted. Maybe if I say it a few more times I’ll actually believe it…
Good day to you all…