Lonesome at 4am
Let’s be honest I was feeling lonesome at 4am. I barked and grumbled but nobody came. Can you actually believe that? There I am in my crate in my own room, not feeling all that brave, and no one came when I called. I asked Mum about it when I got up and she says I was just playing up and needed to be a big girl and not complain. I used to cope, but recently it has felt all wrong being on my own in there.
My ideal situation would be to wear Mum down, so that she lets me sleep in her room. Mum has explained to me that my unpredictability makes that impossible. Whilst it might mean that I could sleep better, she most certainly would not. Apparently, it’s a privilege I will need to earn by demonstrating consistently good behaviour.
Not a hope
Honestly, there is not a hope of me being consistently good. I’ve tried. I just can’t do it. There’s also a bit of a pattern. When I don’t sleep well, I’m more prone to bad behaviour. The worst of it is that the more time Mum spends cuddling me, the more lonely I feel when I can’t be with her. Any pretence of being a nonchalant independent dog goes right out of the window. I just want to be with Mum all the time. And I do mean all the time.
I guess in some ways I’m an all or nothing kind of girl. Mum says I’m an all and more kind of girl, but I’m not really sure I know what she means. She uses words like ‘full on’ and ‘intense’ to describe me – at least on a good day. On a bad day it’s words like ‘manic’ and ‘crazy’, which I think are quite unfair. They are enough to give a girl a complex.
Either way, they don’t solve the problem of being lonesome at 4am.
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