Dec. 2nd, 2010
...showing you why your dog was so interested in those particular spots since...well as long as people have had dogs, I suppose.
And speaking of dogs...
I was very tired last night, so I went to be before eight. I figured, I'd wake up early, right?
Well, I did. At 11:30 PM. Because, as we all know, when your door is on a stairwell that leads to six apartments, anyone walking up that stairwell clearly has evil intentions towards you. And it's a dog's job to make sure that you are warned well in advance.
Unfortunately, if you are like me and you don't fall asleep easily, this means you will not be getting back to sleep any time soon.
But I did finally fall asleep at 4:00, and set my alarm for 8. I figured I'd get 7 hours altogether that way. I had planned to be up by 7 at the latest (and assumed I'd be up more like 4), but 8 does not mean a total loss of the day, right?
5:00 AM
HEART POUNDING!!!!!! THERE IS AN ANIMAL GROWLING AT MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!
two seconds later. Heart still pounding.
IT'S ARTHUR! THERE MUST BE AN INTRUDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two seconds more. Reason sets in, and adrenalin begins to drain. I realize Arthur is standing next to me, staring out the window at something--probably a deer, or an early riser. I yell at him, and try to breathe calmly so I can fall back asleep.
Seriously, a KILL! KILL! KILL! growl five inches from your head is NOT a fun way to wake up.
If Arthur had woken me up at 11:30 or at 5:00, (instead of both) it wouldn't have been so bad. But by doing both he managed to turn what promised to be a lovely night's sleep leading to a long and productive day's work into a choppy night of not so good sleep. I'll be fine, and I'll get stuff done, but I am still quite bitter.
And speaking of dogs...
I was very tired last night, so I went to be before eight. I figured, I'd wake up early, right?
Well, I did. At 11:30 PM. Because, as we all know, when your door is on a stairwell that leads to six apartments, anyone walking up that stairwell clearly has evil intentions towards you. And it's a dog's job to make sure that you are warned well in advance.
Unfortunately, if you are like me and you don't fall asleep easily, this means you will not be getting back to sleep any time soon.
But I did finally fall asleep at 4:00, and set my alarm for 8. I figured I'd get 7 hours altogether that way. I had planned to be up by 7 at the latest (and assumed I'd be up more like 4), but 8 does not mean a total loss of the day, right?
5:00 AM
HEART POUNDING!!!!!! THERE IS AN ANIMAL GROWLING AT MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!
two seconds later. Heart still pounding.
IT'S ARTHUR! THERE MUST BE AN INTRUDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two seconds more. Reason sets in, and adrenalin begins to drain. I realize Arthur is standing next to me, staring out the window at something--probably a deer, or an early riser. I yell at him, and try to breathe calmly so I can fall back asleep.
Seriously, a KILL! KILL! KILL! growl five inches from your head is NOT a fun way to wake up.
If Arthur had woken me up at 11:30 or at 5:00, (instead of both) it wouldn't have been so bad. But by doing both he managed to turn what promised to be a lovely night's sleep leading to a long and productive day's work into a choppy night of not so good sleep. I'll be fine, and I'll get stuff done, but I am still quite bitter.
...showing you why your dog was so interested in those particular spots since...well as long as people have had dogs, I suppose.
And speaking of dogs...
I was very tired last night, so I went to be before eight. I figured, I'd wake up early, right?
Well, I did. At 11:30 PM. Because, as we all know, when your door is on a stairwell that leads to six apartments, anyone walking up that stairwell clearly has evil intentions towards you. And it's a dog's job to make sure that you are warned well in advance.
Unfortunately, if you are like me and you don't fall asleep easily, this means you will not be getting back to sleep any time soon.
But I did finally fall asleep at 4:00, and set my alarm for 8. I figured I'd get 7 hours altogether that way. I had planned to be up by 7 at the latest (and assumed I'd be up more like 4), but 8 does not mean a total loss of the day, right?
5:00 AM
HEART POUNDING!!!!!! THERE IS AN ANIMAL GROWLING AT MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!
two seconds later. Heart still pounding.
IT'S ARTHUR! THERE MUST BE AN INTRUDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two seconds more. Reason sets in, and adrenalin begins to drain. I realize Arthur is standing next to me, staring out the window at something--probably a deer, or an early riser. I yell at him, and try to breathe calmly so I can fall back asleep.
Seriously, a KILL! KILL! KILL! growl five inches from your head is NOT a fun way to wake up.
If Arthur had woken me up at 11:30 or at 5:00, (instead of both) it wouldn't have been so bad. But by doing both he managed to turn what promised to be a lovely night's sleep leading to a long and productive day's work into a choppy night of not so good sleep. I'll be fine, and I'll get stuff done, but I am still quite bitter.
And speaking of dogs...
I was very tired last night, so I went to be before eight. I figured, I'd wake up early, right?
Well, I did. At 11:30 PM. Because, as we all know, when your door is on a stairwell that leads to six apartments, anyone walking up that stairwell clearly has evil intentions towards you. And it's a dog's job to make sure that you are warned well in advance.
Unfortunately, if you are like me and you don't fall asleep easily, this means you will not be getting back to sleep any time soon.
But I did finally fall asleep at 4:00, and set my alarm for 8. I figured I'd get 7 hours altogether that way. I had planned to be up by 7 at the latest (and assumed I'd be up more like 4), but 8 does not mean a total loss of the day, right?
5:00 AM
HEART POUNDING!!!!!! THERE IS AN ANIMAL GROWLING AT MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!
two seconds later. Heart still pounding.
IT'S ARTHUR! THERE MUST BE AN INTRUDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two seconds more. Reason sets in, and adrenalin begins to drain. I realize Arthur is standing next to me, staring out the window at something--probably a deer, or an early riser. I yell at him, and try to breathe calmly so I can fall back asleep.
Seriously, a KILL! KILL! KILL! growl five inches from your head is NOT a fun way to wake up.
If Arthur had woken me up at 11:30 or at 5:00, (instead of both) it wouldn't have been so bad. But by doing both he managed to turn what promised to be a lovely night's sleep leading to a long and productive day's work into a choppy night of not so good sleep. I'll be fine, and I'll get stuff done, but I am still quite bitter.