Dog Days

The talk about the dog days of summer and I could never understand what they thought was so great about lying around when it’s hot. Well, today I think was the dog days of winter.  Let me clarify that.  The day had gone to the dogs.  

At 2 am this morning our dog Jake felt the whole house and neighborhood had to be awake and aware the moon was shining bright.  He barked his fool head off for almost 15 minutes underneath the bedroom window until he woke are 9 year old black lab. The poor old dog got up to tell him to shut up. He let out a bark in the bedroom that could have woken the dead.  The blasted dog had to go out and chase the night creatures.  So I get up to let out Mack and Jake meets him at the French doors and dog wrestling  peruses as if no one is sleeping.

I head back to bed and think maybe things will quiet down now that Jake and Mack are outside together.  I must have been having delusional thoughts of uninterrupted sleep.  I lay back down and get comfortable and close my eyes and my little dog Pete wanted out of his kennel.  The little Shorkey needed out to take on the world. He has little dog syndrome.  I got up put on his jacket and then he barked for the next thirty minutes.

As I lay in bed now counting sheep to go back to sleep, I am wonder why every dog in the neighborhood is barking. Now, I say neighborhood like I live in a subdivision in a large city.  It is more like in a there are 6 houses in a half mile radius.   Anyway as I get up to empty my bladder I look out and discover that there is a full moon or near a full moon outside and I can at the top of the hill the silhouette of a deer just hanging out in the horse pasture.

I realize the night has gone to the dogs. I go back to bed to see that my husband is sleeping like a baby. He is so oblivious to the sounds around us at night. Then my mind starts to wonder as the dogs bark and moon shines into the room illuminating it like I turned on a nightlight.  I place the pillow over my head and drift off to sleep.