For the past week or so the little man has been waking up in the wee hours of the morning to take care of business. He then comes galloping back into the bedroom and proceeds to Sarah's side of the bed. He sits patiently at the side trying different frequencies of his whining until she is rousted from her slumber. A few expletives are tossed into the air followed by some begging and pleading by my wife to Quincy to get him to go to the front of the bed and use his foot stool to get in the bed like he normally does. After 5 minutes of butting heads with the most stubborn basset hound this side of the Mississippi, she gets up and air vacs him into bed. And that is the end of it.
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