Lack of Sleep Does an Angry Lisa Make  

Posted by Lisa

What? Does the title make any sense? =.=

We are dog sitting. We are dog sitting a spoiled nine (or ten) year old mommy's dog who panics and cries the second his mom is out of his sight. My aunt's off to Japan for a week, so we're looking after Nike, her dog. Honestly, he's like one of those insecure-attachment type babies who get anxious and cries the second their mom leaves them to go the bathroom or something. Especially when he's left at a "strange" place (strange being any place that isn't his home).

Don't get me wrong. I love dogs! I love Nike, he's so cute and stuff, but only when my aunt's around. Once she leaves, he turns into this whinny ball of smelly-bad- breath furball who can't stop hyperventilating. Last night, the first night he spent at our place, he pretty much spent the whole night howling and crying away. It's like, holy crap! Do you not get tired? Does your throat not get sore from all that howling? Actually, I'm not sure if it lasted the whole night because I plugged my ears with my earphones and turned up my iPod and fell into fitful sleep, occasionally waking up because of the damn dog's howling or my cousin/sister yelling at him to stfu.

Woke up this morning with a headache and heavy eyes. Attempted to stay awake at work and then passed out for half an hour during lunch. Feeling better now, but if this continues for the remaining time he's here (six more days), I'm either going to go deaf from constantly having the iPod on while sleeping or he's going to be a dead dog by the time my aunt comes back (not an option, she loves that dog like no other). Is it wrong that I kept imagining having a shotgun in my possession and loading it in preparation of shutting the dog up, permanently? Probably. Are all dogs like this? Or is Nike an exceptionally neurotic and insecure dog who likes to pee a little too much?

Image from Yuckos.com

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1 comments

At least you don't have to spend hours with him alone...

November 7, 2007 at 2:44 PM

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