|Barked: Fri Jun 7, '13 7:10am PST |
|Last night, a friends little boy gave Charlie some of the skin off his greasy chicken we had for dinner. Normally, Charlie's stomach is like iron - he TYPICALLY handles anything and everything, without stomach upset, without gas, without runs, or vomiting. He digests food of any sort like it's nothing. Typically.
This chicken skin? Not so much this time around.
5 am, I get woken up by my dog landing promptly upon my legs while I was sleeping - he had jumped on the bed. On instinct, I kicked him off. But he was freaking out. Stress signals, and in an absolute panic, shaking, and when I kicked him out of bed, he rounded up to the head of my bed instead and began clawing at me and trying to nudge me up. Knowing SOMETHING was wrong and that it was probably a bathroom emergency, I immediately threw my robe on and rushed him out the door.
Just in time for runs that were like water. Everywhere.
So, I'm up with him for about an hour, and I'm thinking, "As much as I'm cranky for having been woken up, and as exhausted as I am... I'm so grateful he was so persistent in getting me out of bed so he wouldn't have an accident in the house."
So, 6 am rolls around, and I let him back in the house, it's raining by that point, and we go back to bed. But this time, he's got an upset tummy and is rather clingy, not wanting to be alone, so I pulled his dog bed into the room and put it beside the bed and he finally settled and went to sleep.
For an hour.
Once again, this time at 7, he went into a flying panic and woke me up to let him out. I got up as fast as I could with my growing belly and for being so tired, and went to rush him out, only to hear him spray my kitchen before I could reach the front door. Ugh. So, I continue to rush him out and he races out as quick as he can, hoping not to get in trouble and to get it on the grass instead of in the house like a good boy, while I go about the clean up process of my kitchen floor.
I have to be honest, I LOVE how reliable he's gotten for letting me know when he NEEDS out NOW, but ugh, why this and why now? So tired.
How reliable is your dog for letting you know when they need out?
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