It is 2:38 a.m. Friday morning after Thanksgiving. Lola and I had a lovely turkey day, albeit rather gloomy and cold. First, we slept until 9 a.m. Then, by the time I could coax Lola off the bed – and away from her ritual game of psych where I reach for her and she dodges me by burrowing under the covers or racing around the pillows like they were bases – she had to pee like a race horse!
I put on my winter coat and wrapped Lola into her Martha Stewart tweed jacket, and off we went with a coffee cake for our neighbors, Ace’s mom and dad. I always have to briskly nudge Lola past Ace’s house to the parkway and remind her of her urge to pee. Her excitement at visiting Ace seems to cause instant amnesia.
After a brief visit, we headed home to make coffee, breakfast, and then settled in to watch the parade and dog show until I got a text from my brother that he would pick us up at 2:30 p.m. to head down to our sister’s for the feast. OMG! It was 1:23 and I had to shower. Lola was still napping on my lap. Sorry baby – gotta move, and she begrungingly jumped down and went around my chair to her pillow – continuing her afternoon siesta.
So, all showered and primped, I packed up our stuff and tried to get Lola out for a walk before the car ride – it was about 2:25 p.m. I figured she had to go after being inside since that morning. Nope. She’d have nothing of it. Lola was cold and she wanted back in the house. Okay. [Heavy Sigh]
The “bus” arrived right on time, and we trekked the hour south. After disembarking, Lola and I strolled the neighborhood to be sure she was “empty” before heading into my sister’s home for dinner. The evening progressed and Lola made several trips outside, much to the delight of my siblings and my nephew who even took her for me a few times.
It was 10 p.m. before we loaded up and headed home. Lola was trashed. She went immediately to her pillow. I watched TV until midnight, and then headed to bed, tossing and turning, TV on/TV off. Then, about 2:15 a.m. Lola came into the room and wanted up on the bed. She lay at the foot where she normally does. I was watching Iron Chef at this point and glancing at the clock again, I shut off the TV and tried to sleep again.
For whatever reason, Lola tip-toed up towards me and snuggled into my right side. I turned onto my left side and she drew closer. Okay, now I’m hot and I don’t need a little heater up against my skin. I gave up, got up, and came out to the computer.
So, here I sit, 2:56 p.m. wondering why that damn tryptophan only worked on Lola. By the way, I can hear her snoring in the other room!
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