“Mom, can you get me some water? My water bottle is not next to my bed.”
“Can you just get yourself a cup of water?” I asked, not thrilled about the notion of getting out of bed to fulfill this request.
“I will probably spill it. I need my water bottle,” he protested.
Knowing that it would probably end up being more disruptive having him push a chair to the cupboard and climbing on the counter, etc. I reluctantly rolled out of bed.
I creeped passed “Honey and Luke’s room” hoping to not disturb the hibernating canine. I thought I was in the clear as I pulled the water bottle from the cupboard and began filling it. Unfortunately, I was wrong and I heard the desperate whine of a puppy that is not yet house broken beckoning me to take her outside.
I have learned the hard way that those whines require an immediate response so I quit the task at hand and rushed to get the pup out of the bedroom. I called her to follow me to the door so that I could get the leash on her, but she took a little detour. Another lesson I have learned the hard way are that “little detours” are not good.
“Honey, come!” I pleaded in a loud whisper. I definitely did not want to wake the entire house at this hour.
She did appear and I waited at the doorway as she took care of her business. Once I got her inside, I figured I had better do a little floor inspection to make sure she hadn’t left any surprises as she took her round-about route to the backdoor.
I dimly put on the lights and crawled across the floor feeling for wet spots (or worse). I should have known to get Honey back in her room and on the other side of the baby gate before beginning my search. (When will I ever learn?)
“Honey, no! No, Honey, no!!” I heard from Cruz’ bedroom.
Sure enough, Honey thought 1:30 in the morning was playtime and what better bed to jump in and face to lick than Cruz’s?
I pulled Honey from the bed and got her back into her bedroom and settled into her bed. Then I turned around to resume the original task, seeking a water bottle for Luke, however there were no water bottles to be found. Darn it! This meant that I needed to hunt for a flashlight (with good batteries in it) to find the evasive hydration unit.
I retraced my steps and checked the kitchen, the sitting room, the doorway and finally spotted it in Cruz’s bed. Apparently I dropped it to free up a hand to grab the dog.
With job number one (and two and three and four and five and six) completed, exhausted I carried the water bottle back to my room. Wouldn’t ya know! The little whipper snapper was sound asleep – in my big, comfy bed! I betcha that was his objective all along.
Some days I feel as if I am just walking in circles. This is proof that some days I really am!
