|My goofball dog, I'm so proud|
Obviously we adore Peanut and just joke about how awful she is...for the most part. Then we have nights like last night when she tries to earn that coveted "Worst Dog Ever" award.
Yes, it's the perfect storm of disgusting and inconvenient. We've been really unsuccessful in breaking her of the lovely poop eating habit, mostly because lately she poops and then whips right around and eats it...steaming hot. For some reason that is so much grosser to me than when she used to let it age for a few days before she chowed down. I guess she figured out that it's tastier when served warmed? Or more likely, she figured out that's the only way to avoid someone "stealing" her poop snacks from her.
I was up at 1:30am with her because she was doing that pre-puke lip smacking that dogs do, but I guess that wasn't everything because then at 4am we awoke to the lovely sound of a dog yakking in her crate. If you think vomit or poop is gross, then this stuff would rock your world because it's like the worst of both worlds. I'm so glad we got a house with a utility sink.
After we got everything cleaned up (she puked on the stairs on her way out...on the white carpeted stairs), I lay awake worrying that she was really sick because the last time she vomited that much, she almost died. She was all bent out of shape because I took the memory foam out of her crate and made her lay on an old towel instead (I am so mean) that she was restless and whiny the rest of the night.
Key difference between practice children and real children: I have been resentful of the dog ruining my sleep all day. If Faith had been up vomiting, I would be like "Poor kid! I hope she feels ok!" but for the dog I'm like "You better not pull this shit again tonight".
|I'm not making any promises|
Speaking of actual children, I was pretty close to selling my first born to the Gypsies because she fought nap time for over two hours today. Ain't nobody got time for that.
|Mommy, I looked it up in a book and you actually DO have time for that|
At least my unborn child is cooperating so far. I had my 36 week appointment this morning and got confirmation that she is head down. For some reason I was really worried that she wasn't because she feels like she's laying sideways in there, but thankfully I'm not right. It must just be the way she stretches out her long legs (the ultrasound tech at 22 weeks remarked on the length of her legs, so I'm assuming they are still notable). I'm so glad she's not transverse after all because C sections terrify me. Today's appointment begins my month of going to the doctor every week. I'm grateful that Faith loves that place, mostly for their giant fish tank and generous attitude toward doling out stickers to toddlers.
I tried to go outside for a walk/run today, but it was really hot and humid and really buggy. My fly-phobic kid was falling apart before we even got off our street, so I bagged that idea and hit the treadmill instead. Running was really uncomfortable today so I did 5 miles at a brisk walking pace with an incline. That's actually a really good workout and I get just as sweaty as a run. Maybe that's because I'm carrying some extra weight, it's hard to say if that's universally applicable.
What's your attitude if a pet disrupts your sleep? Do you have sympathy for them or are you shaking your fist at them like me? Or are you smart enough to not have a pet (or have a simple one like a fish)?