Doggie diaries: The story of Rosie and Sophie Sleepless in suburbia

This diary has less to do with the dogs than with their sleep habits — and their effects on Annie’s and mine.

I failed to post to the blog yesterday, a rarity for a weekday, because I was dead on my feet. The reason? The pups have started waking up in the middle of the night to go out. This morning it was 4, Monday it was about 3 and we’re now going on about six days of this.

I’m bushed.

Annie’s sister Susan suggested ignoring them so that they don’t develop this as a long-term habit, and there is some logic in that. The problem is that they make it impossible to ignore — scratching the gate we use to keep them penned in our room at night, crying and generally making a nuisance of themselves.

So, I get out of bed and let them out and walk around during the day like a zombie.
Of course, they get to lie around all day — ah, the dogs’ life.
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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.

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