TIFFERS
07-18-2007, 04:50 PM
This is pretty basically why I prefer my dog over most people I meet...
Charles and I have a bedtime of 10pm. We both work normal jobs and need our sleep to be fully functional at work the next day. Now, it's been a routine to be in bed at ten every night for the past few years. Well, last night I'm sewing a dog sweater for someone's dog at work, and Chica comes to me and sits down and starts crying. I set down my sweater and open the front door thinking she needs to potty. She won't go out, it's cold. So, I put on her lovely winter coat and open the door again. She won't budge. I shut the door, and proceed to give her fresh food and fresh water. She's still crying. I sit back down and continue to sew, and she's staring at me, whimpering the most annoying whimper she could ever hear. So, I'm thinking that maybe she wants to go to bed, but the door is shut. Now, I just bought her a brand new bed and she absolutely loves it. She never gets out of it in the mornings, I have to pull her out. What a child! Well, I mosey down the hall to see that the door is not closed, but Chica races in front of me and heads for her bed. Okay, fine...maybe she just wants to be tucked in. I cover her in her Finding Nemo blanket, and tuck her in nice and tight. I turn on the closet light, and turn off the main light and leave the room. She stays there. I relay the story to Charles, and he smiles and tells me she's spoiled. I don't think so, she just has her preferences, that's all. I sit down and continue sewing. A few minutes later, she comes back out to the living room and sits down and starts whimpering again. I go back to the room with her, she runs to her bed and lays down. Chica doesn't want to go to bed alone, she wants the family to go to bed with her...how precious. : )
This is the "It's bedtime, Mommy" face...
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a387/tiffydyann/S5003277.jpg
Charles and I have a bedtime of 10pm. We both work normal jobs and need our sleep to be fully functional at work the next day. Now, it's been a routine to be in bed at ten every night for the past few years. Well, last night I'm sewing a dog sweater for someone's dog at work, and Chica comes to me and sits down and starts crying. I set down my sweater and open the front door thinking she needs to potty. She won't go out, it's cold. So, I put on her lovely winter coat and open the door again. She won't budge. I shut the door, and proceed to give her fresh food and fresh water. She's still crying. I sit back down and continue to sew, and she's staring at me, whimpering the most annoying whimper she could ever hear. So, I'm thinking that maybe she wants to go to bed, but the door is shut. Now, I just bought her a brand new bed and she absolutely loves it. She never gets out of it in the mornings, I have to pull her out. What a child! Well, I mosey down the hall to see that the door is not closed, but Chica races in front of me and heads for her bed. Okay, fine...maybe she just wants to be tucked in. I cover her in her Finding Nemo blanket, and tuck her in nice and tight. I turn on the closet light, and turn off the main light and leave the room. She stays there. I relay the story to Charles, and he smiles and tells me she's spoiled. I don't think so, she just has her preferences, that's all. I sit down and continue sewing. A few minutes later, she comes back out to the living room and sits down and starts whimpering again. I go back to the room with her, she runs to her bed and lays down. Chica doesn't want to go to bed alone, she wants the family to go to bed with her...how precious. : )
This is the "It's bedtime, Mommy" face...
http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a387/tiffydyann/S5003277.jpg