Bed Time

Sometime between 8 and 9 at night, Annie heads up the stairs and scratches at the door to my room. According to her, it’s time for bed.

If I don’t get up there quick enough, she barks a few times. A message for me to hurry up. (A message I don’t want the rest of my household to be disturbed by, so I do hurry.)

I open the door and she slips into her crate to snuggle in her bed. And I, the mother of two spoiled dogs, turns on the wave machine that we now share ownership of.

Cosmo, however, isn’t a ready for bed. He still has paper to chew, and maybe toys, if I can successfully redirect him. He also needs to explore out back a little more and, most importantly, he has snuggles to get. For he is as spoiled at Annie.

I’m not ready for bed that early either. So, Cosmo and I usually head back downstairs for a couple of hours. Sometimes I am productive, and sometimes I am not. Buts it’s time with my second puppy, that the first isn’t jealous about. I hope.

But it we’re not upstairs by about midnight, Annie comes looking for us. A determined mom who is training me as much as I am training her.