For the last whatever years (five maybe?), I have gotten up each morning at around 2:00 a.m. and can’t go back to sleep until around four or five. I know that it is not good for me, but I don’t believe in drugs and really didn’t want to go there. So, I just made do. I was traveling last weekend (what an amazing weekend at an Inn by the water) and I took the fabulous Bayley to her babysitter. Bay is around five years old and the most fabulous dog around. I decided to leave her at the sitter for a few extra nights for a variety of reasons.
I LOVE this, love how you take us through your aha moment, realizing only when you have actually have had two good night's sleeps what the problem is, and worrying how Bay will take this possibly disappointing news. Pet guilt is way worse than child guilt because they can't grow up and tell you about all the stupid things you did raising them. They are completely dependent, loving and devoted. Their only purpose in life is to love you, have you love them and maybe catch that one damn chipmunk who just KNOWS they can't get through the glass. But you can't love Bay if you are half in the sleep-bag, and I think treats can fix anything for a dog, can't they? This piece reminded me of the very special love between dogs and their people--made me miss my Amber again. Such a good piece!