Awwww, look at Mr. Miles Yonk, the Jacked Russell Terrier, sleeping on the couch. He’s so ADOWABOWL!
I tell ya, last night I would have LOVED to get a fraction of the sleep Miles normally gets if it was as relaxing as he makes it look here:
But I don’t. You know why?
Because Miles woke me up at 4 in the damn MORNING 😩.
I once wrote about Miles’s “terrible 2:30’s,” but now he’s graduated to the “terrible 4’s.”
I love this boy to death, but imagine a 70-pound, furry toddler who can bop my 6’4″ friend on the nose (while said friend is standing, to boot) waking you up in the middle of a weeknight.
Don’t worry, Miles, I only have to be at work at 8, so by all means whine whine whine until I get my flannel-clad ass out of bed.
Honestly, it’s just a matter of getting him back into a routine where he isn’t expecting me to be up at 4 in the morning, and that’s on me.
I guess if I had remembered to take him out at night BEFORE I went to bed, then maybe that would solve it? Thanks a lot, Thursday Night Football…and Law and Order: SVU.
Once, though, just once, I’d like for Miles to wake me up only to show me that he fried up a couple of eggs and some flapjacks (I was just itching for an excuse to use the word “flapjacks”) for breakfast.
Also, maybe at 6 a.m. rather than 4. That’d be good, too.