It's 6:30 in the morning. It's Saturday. Why am I awake? Why am I blogging? Partly because I'm an earlybird. I always have been. Even as a teenager, I couldn't sleep past 8:00 and I never could stay up late enough to finish Saturday Night Live.
But I was up at 5:30 this morning--just like it was a school day. Why, you may ask? One reason is a dog named Larry who doesn't yet have the concept of time. I really do love this dog, but I'm feeling like I have a baby in the house again. And I don't want a baby in the house. If I wanted to get up in the middle of the night to change a diaper (take Larry outside to potty), I'd have a baby. We're done with that season of our lives and I'm not sad about that. (Don't get me wrong--I love babies. I love holding other people's babies. And I love giving them back and getting a full night's sleep while *they* get up for middle-of-the-night feedings and diaper changes and playtime.) So, we're training him. And it will take more than a week. And Richard gets up with him too, but just like with our babies, that doesn't mean that it doesn't wake me up. And you know what? When Larry decides that he wants on the bed, he's not shy about it. He just leaps right onto you--all 50 pounds of him. It can be a frightening way to wake up.
But the other reason I was up at 5:30 this morning was because my dear, sweet, wonderful husband who went to bed at 9:00 last night leaving me to get the evening "stuff" done, was snoring his head off. And that was with the dog in the bed too. (Yeah, I didn't really want him on our bed, but I'm a wimpy fighter.) So, I gave up.
There is much to be done today. It's our assigned day to clean the church building. There's the usual Saturday chores: clean our own house, grocery shopping, etc. Richard and probably Chris are going to help a neighbor put in some fence posts. And we need to get some more dog stuff--a kennel and some chew toys.
But for now...most of the house is quiet. James is up (he's a earlybird like his mama) playing a video game. Everyone else is asleep--including Larry--who's on the floor at my feet--snoring.
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Get him a nice big crate, big enough to lay down in, and to turn around in, but not to have a social life.
Then put him in the crate with a soft blanket, a snack, like a Kong filled with peanut butter and a few bits of his kibble, and let him work on that Kong until morning.
In the morning, when you get up, he's let out of the crate to go pee.
There ya go. Now if I can only solve the snoring husband problem for you.
My Jack Russell terrier pup sleeps in a kennel. And before her, Speedy slept in a kennel. Speedy now will wait until morning to pee, so we let him sleep on Gerard's bed. Gerard snores too. It's so cute, his and his snoring.
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