Jigger and I had a, rather heated, argument this morning. About the need for barking at 1am. The Golfer is out of town. Tuesday morning at about 1am I was woken up by the sound of dogs barking. Loudly. The barking dogs turned out to be Jigger and Hershey. In order to avoid the wrath of the neighbors I got up, went downstairs, locked the doggy door, called the idio….uh, dogs in, and went back to bed. But of course the adrenaline is flowing from being woken up and mad at the dogs and hoping I didn’t get a call from the neighbors in the morning so I didn’t exactly go right back to sleep. So I started Wednesday off with a sleep deficit and it didn’t help matters any that the Avs played in Calgary so the game started late and then went to a shoot out so I had to watch the whole thing, so instead of going to bed on time even, I went to bed late. And once again was woken up at around 1am by the sound of dogs barking. Loudly. Repeat Tuesday nights processes except I didn’t quite get the doggy door completely fastened so about 5 minutes after I went back to bed the idio…uh, dogs were back out side barking up a storm. This time I actually looked at what they were barking at before I made them come in. They had some animal treed in the back yard. It was to dark to see what it was, except that it was large. About the size of 4 Nibbys. So it wasn’t a cat ( actually I think it was probably a young raccoon ). This time I made sure the doggy door was locked. But of course there was the same adrenaline-didn’t-go-right-back-to-sleep issue. Which means I was really sleep deprived when I came downstairs this morning.
I informed Jigger that tonight I was locking the doggy door before I went to bed, because no matter what kind of animal it was, there is no reason to be barking at it at 1am in the morning, when you should be inside asleep. He disagreed. Rather vehemently. Normally Hershey doesn’t even bother to get up in the morning. But this morning, when Jigger and I were arguing, she got up and came to the kitchen and stood next to Jigger wagging her tail while he barked at me. I swear she was standing there saying ‘What he said.’. Offspring #3 was watching all this while getting his breakfast. ‘I think you’re losing Mom’. ‘Ha. He can yell at me all he wants, but I will still win. You know why? Because I have opposable thumbs and he doesn’t, that’s why.’
Opposable thumbs mean I can lock the doggy door and there is nothing they can do about it. Although I imagine they will spend most of the night thinking up ways to get me back.
All of which is a long winded way of saying I’m too tired to think about golf so there is no new golf content here today. If you are disappointed, you can take it up with a certain mouthy terrier. He’ll be more than happy to share his view of the situation with you. As for me, I’m locking the doggy door and going to bed.
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