Oh, puppy mornings

Today, I will sleep when the dog sleeps. In his waking hours, I will chase him around making sure he doesn't pee on everything. The whole peeing and sleeping situation is agony. But when he curls up beside me to chew on a bone= bliss.

Bad mother alert: I start out letting Bucket sleep on me so he falls asleep so I can then lay him down in the crate, but in my sleep deprived haze I pass out. I usually wake up to him wiggling. He inches forward and inches forward. Usually this leads to him being on my pillow. But last night he fell off the bed. Granted, the bed is only 4 inches off the ground and a kleenex box broke his fall. It didn't seem to faze him except for the fact that he wasn't on the bed anymore. I still felt bad about it.