Our dog, Benny, has a peculiar habit. He only wants me to let him outside. Perhaps I let him sniff the yard longer, I don't know. If my sweeter half lets him out, he just sits on the porch.
So, last night, I decided to break him of this silly habit. He asked me to let him out. I told him that only Dad could let him out. Dad let him out. He sat on the porch. His business remained undone.
An hour into sleeping, I felt a wet nose on my elbow. It was Hunni, our little blond dog.
I'm a terrible sleeper, and I'm a real bear if anybody tries to wake me up. If I can't fall back asleep, everybody else in the house will stay awake with me. I'm loud. I'm crabby. It is in everyone's best interest to let sleeping Bridgets sleep.
I told Hunni to go back to sleep. She decided to pace around the bedroom instead. Our floors are wooden, so we were treated to a tense clickety-clack. I snarled at her. Not my finest moment.
Brave Hunni came back over to rest her wet nose on my elbow. This must be an emergency of epic proportions.
So I got up, and followed her as she rushed to the front door. I opened the door. She stood aside as Benny raced out to relieve himself.
I grumped my way back to bed, and fell asleep 3 hours later.
This morning, Hunni rested her nose on my elbow. "Come on." I whispered, lifting up the covers so she could hop up and get comfortable. By this time, I was able to think about something other than sleep. I could hear her loud and clear.
"I am so sorry!" she said. "I didn't want to wake you up. But Benny really had to go! And he said he wouldn't bother you. He was squirmy and I thought he was going to pee on our dog bed!"
"It's okay." I said, as she snuggled up. "That was very nice of you to do that for Benny."
She fell asleep immediately, and with her warm breath on my arm, I did too.