Lesson Learned
So I have officially learned my lesson. Do NOT under any circumstances accidentally imply that Tucker is well behaved. Especially in what might technically be considered morning in some circles but is really the middle of the freaking night. Yesterday, in some really rather obvious foreshadowing that I missed in my state of exhaustion, Pete said "Tucker is mad at me because I haven't played with him today like I normally do." I should have realized that this would translate in to "Tucker will wake up at 3:30 am and then whine off and on until the alarm goes off for his morning walk at 5." Needless to say, Pete had the honor of taking him outside at 3:30 and then immediately returning him to his crate. As a clearly not-well-thought-out trade, I let him out at 5, made his breakfast, fed him and took him for his 45 minute walk. When I got home, barely awake, I find Pete awake and fed...stating "I couldn't sleep". Because of his early rising he also left for work early. This meant that I was also in charge of the dog until such time as I leave for work (an hour and a half after Pete this morning). I had to keep the dog in the room for my half hour nap. I had to keep the dog in the bathroom for my shower. Luckily for me he was very well behaved at this point, presumably because he'd been awake since 3:30 and was tired. At any rate, he seemed relieved to get in to the crate when I left for work so he could eat his treats and get some rest. Unfortunately for me, work does not involve rest, though today it did involve some tasty treats in the form of a cheesecake someone brought in for the consumption of all. Luckily I'm not too bitter about this morning's events and once Tucker calmed down I was reminded that I am glad to have a dog and he is cute and I don't want to return him...though I may want to move his crate out of our bedroom and back down to the living room where it was originally so I can finally sleep through the night.
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Ta daa! A comment!
Your dog is adorable. Hang in there. We went through some pretty trying times when we got Frida, our German Shepherd mutt. But she still lives with us three years later, so she did something right!
How much you wanna bet other people will come and comment now?
P.S. All you have to do to get my parents to come to dinner is call the house and invite my mom. She'll MAKE my dad go.
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