Its a dogs life

Pavlov in reverse?

My dog, bless her heart, has a bladder the size of a pea. I usually let her out before I go to bed, which is some time between 11 and Midnight most nights. Then she goes out when my wife gets up at 6. For some reason, the dog has it in her head that she needs another potty trip sometime around 4 AM. I watch when she goes outside, and she really does have to go. Then she usually wanders into a far corner of the yard to check on something very important.

What I can’t figure out, is how she lasts from 7:30 in the morning, until 5:30 in the evening without exploding. But that is a mystery I might never figure out.

Anyway, since I try to use my time efficiently, while the dog is patrolling the back yard, I will stumble into the bathroom for my own little potty break. This saves me from having to get back up in another 20 minutes, when my brain catches up to my bladder. It’s a 40 year old guy thing. So when I am done, I go out, call her back into the house, wipe her feet give her a treat, and then stagger back to bed for another hour or so of sleep.

This morning the dog came in and was doing her pee pee whimper, and I decided that she was just going to wait. She tried everything to wake me up, the cold nose under the blanket, the pawing at the side of the bed, whimper some more. Finally, she managed to wake my wife up, who scolded the dog and told her to go lay down.

Just as I was drifting back off to sleep, the signal reached my brain from my bladder, and I HAD to get up. It seems that I was the one being trained all this time, not the dog. I could swear that she was laughing at me as I let her out.

And I was having such good dreams of the Swedish Bikini Team cage match with the Ben Gal Cheerleaders…

sigh