Twice this week I grabbed the ancient Yellow Pages in the garage and thumbed to Caravans, Gypsy. I wanted to know if they would like a slightly used Sheltie – free.
“Is this the one that keeps waking you up?”
“Yep, he’s the one.”
“Sorry, we need our sleep.”
End of call.
We’ve had the Talk, Flash and I.
“Honey, bunny, please stay awake. It’s only 6:30. You KNOW you’re going to wake up at 2:00 AM if you go to sleep now. Let’s play!”
“Look, Flash, I’m exhausted. Stop this. It’s only Midnight. I’ve only had two hours sleep and you KNOW how hard it is for me to go back to sleep, right?”
Big Sheltie smile and wave of feathery tail. That could be just because he has to go potty, though.
Today, he woke me up at Midnight. I worked until 5:00 AM, slept until 6:30 when he started whining again. Down at 7:00 AM, up at 8:30 when he whined again. The last leg of my sleep was from 9:00 until 12. I have NO idea if he whined then. I was out like a light. Altogether, it was eight and a half hours of fragmented sleep.
Lately, he’s been having to go potty more, or needs water, or is hungry (I’m being strict on the diet and there is no more molasses).
Here’s what I think after a night like last night: he’s eight. I don’t have that many more years left with him. One of these days I’ll be missing these moments, so I accept them, work through them, and spend a lot of time yawning.