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AS many of you know, I work nights and sleep during the day, but before we go nighty-night we take our hour-long walk at the park because a tired doggie let's Bevy sleep. I finally got to sleep around 10:30 am and slept until Francis woke me up to eat at 4:00 for his dinner.
I was pretty groggy and as I put together his meal, I made a pot of coffee, then took the coffee into the den so I could read my e-mail and relax before work tonight.
A few minutes later Franny came into the den and started bugging me, climbing into my lap, and whining. He was relentless so I went to take him outside but when I opened the door he walked back into the house, still whining and looking a little frantic. He was fed, he was poop'd, he was peepee'd, so what the h**l was his problem?! I finally sort of yelled at him, "C'mon Francis, knock it off and let me read the mail!"
Poor old Franny slunk off into the kitchen and a few minutes later the whining started up again. I'd had it, so I stormed into the kitchen and found Fran looking up onto the countertop where I'd left his dinner!!
DUH!
My poor tortured baby. I felt like a jerk.
He got a piece of cheese for dessert and I got a crushing sense of guilt.
I was pretty groggy and as I put together his meal, I made a pot of coffee, then took the coffee into the den so I could read my e-mail and relax before work tonight.
A few minutes later Franny came into the den and started bugging me, climbing into my lap, and whining. He was relentless so I went to take him outside but when I opened the door he walked back into the house, still whining and looking a little frantic. He was fed, he was poop'd, he was peepee'd, so what the h**l was his problem?! I finally sort of yelled at him, "C'mon Francis, knock it off and let me read the mail!"
Poor old Franny slunk off into the kitchen and a few minutes later the whining started up again. I'd had it, so I stormed into the kitchen and found Fran looking up onto the countertop where I'd left his dinner!!
DUH!
My poor tortured baby. I felt like a jerk.
He got a piece of cheese for dessert and I got a crushing sense of guilt.