i don’t quite think i am a morning person, but i don’t completely suck in the mornings, either. however, usually when the alarm goes off in the AM i truly, truly hate life. this has been compounded recently by the fact that diesel, our canine infant, often screams me awake in the night. that would be well and good if it was to alert me that he needed to go out, but often i trip sleepily down the stairs to check on him, that the floor of his crate has already been peed on. and sometimes he just barks screams, seemingly because he is bored. or lonesome, and presumably resenting the fact that he is downstairs, confined, with gus and us two-leggers upstairs and roaming freely about.

at least once in the night i take D and gus out, stumbling about the outside perimeter of our building shivering and hoping more frequent potty breaks will cause a cease-fire in the pee-in-crate onslaught, but so far no luck. ignoring the wails imminating from the 4-lb white terror, so that gets used to sleeping through the night, is something i have yet to master. my better other half sleeps solidly through these nocturnal events and while it doesn’t seem quite right to wake someone up to share in the misery of things to be ignored, damn, i get bitter sometimes.