Oh what a night… as the song goes
Toby is managing to redecorate my kitchen in to a landscape area of small brownish mounds and large lakes – very attractive.
I think Toby was part of a secret interrogation unit in a past life. A unit that specialised in sleep deprivation.
I NEED at least 8 hours a night – otherwise I am not a very nice person (some people think I never get 8 hours then..) I am NOT getting 8 hours sleep. Therefore any typos, bad punctuation or just madwoman ramblings on this page are Toby’s fault.
Last night was brilliant and awful in equal parts.
During the early part of the evening Toby excelled himself and has learnt to go into his bed (cage) all by himself and fall asleep. We spent a lot of time putting him in his bed, he then got out and tried to sit on my lap, back into bed, out again and so on. By 10pm he was a master of getting into bed. I would walk to his cage and say “Toby Bed” and point to his bedding and in he jumps. He then lies down and falls asleep. I can then leave the room (I keep the door to his cage open at all times) and blissfully do other things and he is a happy chap.
I am mega proud at the speed he has learnt this new skill.
However, I think he may be able to only have one thing in his brain at a time and the getting into bed has replaced the “I must do my business outside or on newspaper” instructions.
I put him to be at about 10ish. We had been outside (which incidently was no fun last night, 40mph winds, pouring rain – a typical english summer day really) and he had done what a dog has to do. In bed, whimpered then fell asleep. I then left the room – what a major step forward – no sleeping in the kitchen. I set up the sofa bed in the family room and felt pretty smug that we had got ourselves wonder dog…
At midnight I could hear Toby whimpering. He was not barking but was moving around. I went into the kitchen to find quite a bit of Toby Landscaping everywhere EXCEPT on the newspaper. I spent 20 minutes washing kitchen floor, putting lots of kitchen roll etc into Tesco carrier bags (I am using more of their plastic shopping bags than they are). Taking them outside (in the rain, in my fluffy slipper and my jimjams) and then lighting an incense stick to cover over the ripe smell of my kitchen. Put toby in his bed, he was golden and I left the room whilst he was still awake and without so much as a whimper (hero).
At 2 am we repeated the above —— at 4am we repeated the above (how could so much be produced by such a small dog) —– at 6am we repeated the above.
I must admit that I was feeling a little tetchy and not as pleased with my little bundle of joy as I had at 10pm. I can tell you the smug look on my face was long gone…
So, did we have a good night – to tell you the truth I have no idea – I am too tired to work it out 🙂 On the one hand he was a super star – he now gets in and out of his bed happily and does not cry every time I leave him alone. On the other hand the housetraining bit is a total disaster.
I cannot work out if a) he has an upset stomach due to the change of water etc b) he was suffering stress incontinence or c) its just normal that every 2 hours they need the toilet – any help gratefully received.
So, he has had breakfast, had a little play and is now in his bed fast asleep.
Will be trying to get him to a puppy socialising class next week and must send off all his pedigree paperwork to kennel club – trouble is I can barely spell my name.