"Waek up, BUG, itz liet out!"
"For craps sakes Buddy, do you have to start my day off with slimed ears?!! And get your nose out of my face!! Your breath is horrid!"
"Itz liet out, BUG, tiem tu git up, and yu fedes mi thu stuff thet maeks mi breth stinks"
"It's not light out, look at the windows, that's the glow from the light over the stove I left on, now lay down and go back to sleep. It's three AM for God's sakes!"
"Owh, I thot it wuz liet out"
"Well it's not, damn it, go back to sleep"
I roll back over and just get back to sleep....
"Uh, BUG, I thimk I neads tu go out. Uhm,... now"
"Well, why didn't you just say so? Come on."
I take the little anti-sandman to the door, stand there while he finds "the spot" wait for about fifteen minutes while he dinks and finds "the spot" for number two, he finally comes in, we go back to bed, I must have slept for about fifteen minutes, and ....
"Slurp, slurp, Waek up BUG, itz liet out!"
"#%^(&!!!, gom damnit Buddy, what'd I just tell you about sliming my ears?"
"Yu tol mi not tu." Blank stare....
"Then why the hell did you do it then?!!"
I tried slimung yur tose but yu didunt waek up!"
I suddenly realize that the toes on my left foot that were outside the covers are wet,... and sticky...
"Well, OK, what the hell do you WANT?"
"Itz liet out."
"NO it's NOT!!, I told you, look at the windows, it's the light over the stove!"
Blank stare....
At this point, I realize if I want to get any sleep at all, there's no way I can stay in bed. I get up, go out, and turn the light out over the stove. I stub my toe on a sack of canned goods I didn't put away the previous afternoon after we went to the market, come hopping in on one foot, swearing my you know what off, and say...
"There, it's not light out anymore!!, now would you lay the hell down, and go back to sleep?!!"
"Geze, wut a greoch, I wuz onli tryung to let yu noe it wuz liet out!"
"But it wasn't, now was it? Now lay the hell down and go to sleep...please."
"OK, butz yu dunt hav tu yel at mi."
"I was hardly yelling at you, I was expressing my opinion, loudly, is all."
"Weul, it soundud liek yellung tu mi"
"Dogs have very sensitive ears, and yours are humongous, that's all."
"Yueh, rite. I wun't bothur yu till itz liet out, I kin promus yu thet, yu big ugly greoch"
"Thanks, Buddy, I'd really appreciate that. Goodnight, I love you."
"Gudnite, BUG, I luv yu tu."
I roll over, just starting tu doze off, and...
"Huy, BUG, yu aslepe yet?"
"NO, Buddy, I'm not asleep yet, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!!!"
Yur yelung agin"
"OK, damn it, what do you want?"
"Itz liet out"
I just get set to blast him, and I look over at the windows, and it IS starting to get light out.....sigh....Till next time, Ron & Buddi, canine alarm clock.
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Comments: 31
He loves ya', Ron, and knows Daddy will do anything for him.....well, almost anything....
He's confused alright, but I doubt it has a thing to do with the time change, unfortunately.
It's not nice to laugh over other's misfortunes. ;O)
Some large and some old dogs sleep a lot, but Buddy is still fairly young, and he's hardly big. Smaller dogs are a bit more "antsy" I think, anyway.
It's nice to know Buddy is still being his usual er self...?
Typical, yes? But what on earth would we do without these furry-family kids of ours who love us, no matter what? I see you're both back in the bed; well, sort of -- when you can stay in it, that is. Progress, maybe?
Mark
PS: You're a good Dad. Really.
Buddy's definitely getting into your brain.