Superman had labwork done this morning at 7 a.m. It took less than five minutes. I had no idea it was that fast!
We didn't get any sleep last night. Mainly cause of Superdog. Rotten little rat.
We had to get up at 5:30 this morning, so we went to bed early. Superman woke me up at about midnight to tell me the Red Sox won, and I drifted on back to sleep, dreaming, I kid you not, about "Bewitched." In the middle of my dream, I moved my feet around in real life, and I felt something on the bed. Uncomfortable at having something besides sheets touch my feet, I pushed it aside. And felt another little round ball.
And then conciousness broke through.
"SUPERMAN!" I shouted, a little upset with myself for waking him up at 2:30 a.m. but even more upset with the dog. "Turn the light on! I think the dog just pooed in the bed!"
And, sure enough, there were "presents" scattered throughout the bed. I was appalled. Disgusted.
To make matters worse, Superdog just looked at us like we were crazy when we turned the lights on.
"GET UP, LITTLE DOG!" I yelled, jerking her awake. "If I have to be awake right now, so do you!"
She suddenly realized the error in her ways and dove headfirst under the bed.
Rotten little rat.
It didn't take long to clean up the mess, but I didn't speak to Superdog until we left for blood work this morning. Which I guess wasn't a long time...but she knew I was mad.
She has NEVER pooped in the bed before. Well, she did once, after she was fixed, but we counted that as her not being able to easily jump off the bed (and our inability to keep her from getting on the bed). For her to do this is...shocking, to say the least.
And if I wake up again with poo at my feet...Superdog can say goodbye to sleeping with Mommy and Daddy.
UPDATE ON SUPERMAN: We've got an appointment today at 1:45 (CST). Yea!