This gravely disturbed Moxie.
For one, she doesn't like whe
n Dilf is missing, but she can handle it because her doggie brain thinks he's out hunting or something and can hold his own out in the wilderness. But one of the girls? Leaving with a non-family member and not returning ALL NIGHT? I swear, she looks at me like I'm the worst mother in the world."How can you sleep, knowing your puppy is out there in the cold, dark night?" she seemed to say to me, both times she woke me out of a sound snooze, at 11:30 p.m. and 4 a.m. respectively. I shoved her out the door into the back yard to pee, whether she needed to or not.
For another, she sleeps in Younger's bed every night, while she is not allowed up on our bed. So it was killing her to have Younger so close, yet unavailable for snuggling and sleep. She started out the evening on Younger's bed, alone, yet still curled up in her spot at the end of the bed. Then, she pulled one of Younger's nighties out of the hamper, carried it into the parental bedchamber, and, using the nightie as a make-shift bed, curled up on the floor next to where Younger was sleeping and (presumably) cried herself to sleep.
But she didn't sleep. Besides harassing the cat and waking me up twice, she also found time to sneak downstairs and raid Dilf's office trash can of candy wrappers, plus eat six vanilla-scented tea light candles. She also chewed the little tin bottoms into little round balls.
She also woke me up at 7 to tell me the cat wasn't home yet. She does that every morning. Except the mornings she wakes me up to tell me the cat IS home, and waiting at the door. She loves that cat.
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