
What with still being unemployed, and Rey working graveyard shift, my own sleep cycle is all over the place. Last night I was working on a modelling project when I noticed Dog-Or standing there staring at me: It's two-thirty in the morning. Shouldn't you be in bed?
I mentally acknowledged that yes, I probably should, but I just had one little bit more to go. So he came over and flopped on the beanbag, watching me and waiting for me to finish. So around 3 am I finished up and went to bed. Dog-Or is used to cuddling up to either Rey or myself, and since she wasn't there and I was up later than usual, this was obviously messing up his plans. I thought about what a loyal little doggie he is, and went to bed with a spaniel cuddled up against my feet.
And then while I was fast asleep he snuck out to the kitchen again, stood up on his hind feet, and nibbled a great big wodge off the cake that Rey had left a little too close to the edge of the table because I was no longer there to stop him.
*sigh*