Man, I am tired. It’s been a rough few weeks which is why I haven’t been posting. I’ve been up against a ridiculous deadline at work that had me working until 2:30 am last Friday night. Or Saturday morning. However you like to structure your days.

I couldn’t really sleep in on Saturday. Stella was in a loud talking mood, and my body just refused to fight it. So I got up with less than 5 hours of sleep. Make that much less. Roxie woke me up twice that night.

Roxie.

Roxie. Bane of my existence.

Roxie is our dog who walked into our front door after deciding she was done riding the rails. She’s a depression-era hobo dog. When we took her to the vet initially they said she was twelve years old at minimum. That was three years ago. So now she’s at minimum Methusala-aged. She’s also taken to waking us up in the middle of the night barking. She’ll usually hit us at least once sometime between 1am and 4am, then another round between 5am and 7am.

I was putting up with that ok. I’ve developed a much looser relationship with sleep lately. Apparently, I don’t need nearly as much as I used to think. But then last night she started getting lost. In the past you’d let her out. She’d go pee on the closest scrap of grass, then she’d wander back to somewhere that she approximated was close to the door and start barking. I’d have to step out of the house, and start waving at her frantically (because she’s deaf and you can’t call her) so that she could trot back over to the door. She never, ever is right outside the door. She can be anywhere up or down the house except right outside the door.

Then last night at dinner time she wandered off and I had to go fetch her. Then we went to take out the trash and she somehow got stuck on the other side of a ladder that I had left out from our painting. A ladder that was lying on the ground. A ladder that could easily be walked around. The obstacle was insurmountable for Roxie. She was spinning in circles. Coming back to the same conclusion that, “Yes. There is a ladder directly in front of me.”

So last night she started getting lost in the middle of the night too. And I had to wander out in my underwear to find her. Usually not in any way trapped, but having no clue where she is. I should point out also, that she’s not wandering into any of the parts of the backyard that are kind of far from the house. She’s just wandered behind a bush.

I’m realizing that people near me should probably not get alzheimers because I have little patience for it.

Oh, who am I kidding. I’d probably be great. After all, I’m getting up in the middle of night and wandering around to find my lost dog.

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Comments

Kate (http://katiekatworld.blogspot.com)

2008-02-13T00:32:27.000Z

I agree with your last comment. I think that life is less about what annoys you or doesn’t, but what you do or don’t do.