Every night about 9:30 to 10:00, I notice that the dogs are milling about looking at me expectantly. Standing in front of the door way into the utility room, staring at me. Intensely. If I am in my bedroom they stand in the doorway out in the hall and look at me. When I walk toward them they take off running toward the utility room and stop and look back to make sure I am indeed coming and not going into any other areas of the house. The simple question, “You ready for bed?” garners much excitement.
Kissy is staring at the utility room HARD. Her telepathic messages were beginning to give me a headache.
Baby is just doing the pouty thing that says, “Hey, you really do need to snap to and carry out your duties, but I’m still on your side.”.
Maybe if we both stare at it at the same time…WHILE looking pathetic…
That’s all they want. For me to put them to bed.
The door to the utility room stays open. All the time. All they need to do is walk in there and get in bed. The spoiled brat little freaks little dears are just waiting for me to cover them up, pet them, tell them good night, and turn out the light before shutting the door.
Baby is even smiling for her photo op, she’s so happy to be in bed.
I SWEAR I DON’T WORK THEM ALL DAY, DEPRIVING THEM OF REST, THEY’RE JUST WEIRD!