Dog-Tired...And 3 = Disaster

While my sister and brother-in-law are out of town, my hubby and I are charged with watching their dogs.

They have two, Duke (who is a deaf/anxious/showedupattheir door2yearsagostarvingandfullof heartworm- boxer) and Murphy (who is a Chug/Chihuahua-pug mix that barks at anything that moves.)

The List of Instructions...
thankfully it is only one side!

Last night, my sister dropped them off with a long list of directions about how to take care of these mutts. To her credit, I did request said list because I don’t want to mess with anyone’s routine.

In the past, our only dog, Chauncey, has had a bit of a problem with Duke. I think it is a male dominance issue, but Duke has no idea that there is anything wrong—because he is hearing impaired. So, I was concerned about how the two of them would get along. I hate it when there is gnashing of teeth.

So, anyway, I bring our four-legged friends and their beds upstairs and decide it is time for me to go to sleep. Husband is at a track meet, so, I figure I have a few hours before he gets home.

My sister warned me to take off the dogs collars because they shake them a lot in the night.

What she didn’t warn me was that Duke would not sleep at all because he was so stressed out.

Seriously, Duke paced for two, maybe three hours. When my husband got home, I greeted him with a frazzled, “I can’t take it anymore, YOU have got to do something!”

Maybe if we put Duke in his kennel? Surely, he will calm down and rest.

Wrong. As soon as we put him in the crate--he starts howling his fool head off. After about ten minutes, husband decides to take Duke into the spare bedroom so that I can get some sleep.

Of course, Murphy is also restless during much of the night—even after Duke is out of the room--I keep waking up to the sounds of Murphy sniffing around…he is under the bed, under the dresser, sniffing…sniffing….sniffing.

When I wake up this morning, after about three hours of sleep—I open up the door to the spare bedroom. Poor husband is sleeping on the floor and Duke is still restless and anxious—at 5am!

Needless to say, Duke is sleeping in that crate tonight. We will just turn the television up really loud. He has got to sleep at some point?

Right?

Thank God my sister and brother-in-law will be home Sunday!