This morning he woke me at 5:40. I have no idea what he wanted. He was licking my hands and arms, looking out the window, just being squirmy. I finally was awake enough to think and decided maybe he was wanting to go outside. So I dragged my sleepy patootie out of bed, and we went out. He peed, but it was clearly not urgent. Back to bed because I'm sleepy-dammit.
But, you see, The Kid wants to play now. sighhh. He tries to get me to pay attention. Then he tries China who muttered to him that she was not ready to wake up, thank you and get away. Then he goes after Ali. Who has little patience for anyone, including me, in the early AM. Who tells The Upstart, "&*^)#^%$)#*^%$&#)@, if you please." So I thought Mr. Busybody was settling down to rest, and after a few minutes, as I was drifting off, I heard ..... something. I open my eyes to find Mr. Fidget pulling the "down alternative" out of the comforter at the corner where he has pulled/chewed a hole in the backing!! (Not a difficult undertaking, as the backing is thin, stretchy gauze-like material.) We had a discussion about the inappropriateness of this action, at which time he looked at me with sweet google eyes, as if saying, "What? I was just occupying myself like you asked."
A few more minutes of hopeful interaction (on his part) with the elder dogs (who
The Youngster discovered himself in the dressing mirror yesterday. If he sits at the right place on the bed, he sees that handsome young canine of Eurasian descent across the room. He does the playful lunge, the invitation to play, and the visitor reciprocates. And the game is on.
So this morning, Small Goofball began the "happy dance" across the foot of the bed, shaking the bed and
The funniest part of this antic is that when he does this, as he moves from side to side, enticing the stranger to play, he occasionally moves to he cannot see himself but can see me, and he stops in his tracks as if playing "Statue." Remember that game from childhood, when someone hollers the word, everyone freezes in whatever position they are at that moment? Well, he sees me and as if I have an evil eye, he becomes immobile for a few seconds. Since I don't scold him, then the game resumes as he looks for his playmate.
I think he needs a younger buddy to keep him occupied. I really, really do.
But I think that needs to wait until China is gone. Two with this energy would not be a good thing while I am dealing with her final days. I won't turn one away if it is the right companion for us, but I won't exactly go looking.
It is good to have a lively young dude in the house. I think. After I catch a nap, I'll probably be more positive about it! Maybe.