Doggy Style

Oy Vey! The beagle is sleeping through the night, but like most elderly beings, she has to get up frequently to pee during the night. I can sleep through major storms, alien invasions and appliance malfunctions, but I can hear a dog yawn. Once Edith's paws hit the floor with purpose, I have to get up and supervise her, or she will leave me a present in the dining room if you know what I mean. It is pretty clear she is not potty or otherwise trained. Her saving Grace is that she is smart. We are getting used to Thelma not being around anymore. But around here there isn't much time for quiet reflection. Someone needs meds, a walk, a snuggle, water or to stop annoying the cat. It is anything but quiet, but I have to tell you, I wouldn't have it any other way.