Please notice the time stamp on this post - not an error... I am up, for the second night in a row, at the most ridiculous of hours because the dog, the very same dog I recently took up for, has decided that a pee at 2 am is de rigueur.
Hugh can sleep through anything, a fact which I could document in excruciating detail, beginning in 1993 with our first puppy, leading into 1996 and the birth of our first child, right up until this morning in 2008 when he, for the second night in a row, simply turned over and ignored the whimpering of his chihuahua. His chihuahua who needs to go out and relieve his tiny and clearly worthless dog bladder.
Unfortunately, and my guess is this is a sign of age and most likely insanity, once awakened, I am incapable of going back to sleep... and so I wander the house, watching random Hallmark channel movies and contemplating the purchase of infomercial fitness equipment.
Last night, before bed, I said to him, "Listen, if Jones pulls another wee hours of the morning stunt, you need to get up and let him out, I need to get some sleep."
His interpretation of said statement must have been, "Listen, if you hear Jones sniveling, roll over and put a pillow over your head and continue to slumber, my precious darling."
We must have a language barrier.
And with that language barrier on his end comes a polite customs barrier on mine... if he can't get the message, when I say it loudly and clearly, perhaps the 3 am load of laundry I am a running will get my point across.
I am now also considering leaving the light on in the bathroom and the door open...
Passive Aggressive much?