Sunshine lost another privilege!

That dog is so lucky the crates are in the attic! I was very close to going up there at 4am, carrying down the crate, setting it up, and shoving her in it!

At 1am Rainy got up and started wandering around. I got up and told her to lay back down and sleep. She gets back up around 2am and starts whining. So I toss on a bathrobe and we go outside to pee. Sunshine of course bounces along and decides it's zoomie time outside. So I finally whisper in a scary enough voice that she decides to listen and we go inside/back to bed.

15 minutes later she jumps off her bedroom couch and runs down stairs. 30 second later, "woof... woof... woof..... woof"  So I get back out of bed go back downstairs and see that there is nothing to bark at out back. Wrangle her back upstairs and we all lay back down. As soon as I'm starting to drift off I hear "woof... woof... woof..... woof" from downstairs again.

I go back down and now she's growling at the sliding glass door in between the barking.  I let her outside and she wanders off to pee again. I think she just squeezed some out so her chances of being murdered were less.  She's wandering around the yard sniffing calm as can be. Not concerned about any possible threat that would induce barking.  I call her back inside and we go back upstairs to lay down.

10 minutes later "woof... woof... woof..... woof" This time I hollar at her from the top of the stairs and she comes back up. I shut the bedroom door completely not caring if I'm locking the kitties in or out. I figure they can hold any litter box needs for the next 3 hours!

I get about an hour of blissful Zzzzs before I wake up again to  "woof... woof... woof..... woof" I SEE RED! I think the cats wiggled the door open. Smart asses that they are.

Storm downstairs. She is barking cheerfully at the sliding glass door, just like she does on Sunday mornings when she decides to bark at the cars that drive by the back of the fence. Which is cute and fine at 10am on a weekend!

I grab her collar on one hand drag her to the stairs, grab a baby gate in the other hand and drag both the dog and gate upstairs. Turn on the lights, fiddle around with the baby gate for 10 minutes to get it to fit in the bedroom doorway, while Sunshine innocently snoozes on her couch.

The gate is up but I am on the wrong side.  So I walk through the bathroom to get back to the bedroom (shutting the bathroom door securely) Wake BF up to tell him the baby gate is in the doorway so he doesn't fall on his face in the dark. He of course slept through this entire ongoing drama!

Finally I get to go back to bed. Only now I'm too mad to sleep. I eventually doze off and start playing the snooze game when my alarm starts going off. During the snooze game Sunshine gets on the bed and cuddles up to spoon with me. Manipulative little shit!



It's so hard to get a good night's rest around here



I'll just sleep while Mom's at work!



Depending on how mad I still am tonight she will either be babygated in the bedroom or crated! She's lucky I'm not duct taping her and locking her in a closet...