Hubby and I are both sleep deprived at the moment. In fact, we have been falling asleep metaphorically speaking whilst looking wide awake for the best part of the month. And the culprit? Zack, our Pyrenean Mountain Dog.
Zack begins each morning – sometimes at 6:30, if you please! – with a slow waltz. He does this on his own. Slide, two, three . . . turn. Slide, two, three . . . and spin around. However, as his humans continue to snore blissfully, his slowish waltz becomes more energetic. Now it is slide, two, three . . . HOP. Turn around, two, three . . . jete! As all four paws land on the wooden floor, Hubby blearily opens his eyes, whilst I snuggle deeper under the covers, mumbling, ‘What is that stupid dog getting up for?’
Things are worse whenever Zack has inveigled himself into our bedroom the night before. Our dog can put on the most appealing expression if he wants to: it’s the ‘I have missed you so much – you haven’t spent enough time with me today’ look. Then the canny fellow will take up position outside our bedroom door, standing next to it with his nose pointing at the door – maybe he thinks he’s a pointer, not a Pyrenean Mountain Dog. As soon as Hubby or I open the door, he shoots in and does his usual recce, ensuring that all smells in our room are present and correct. Sometimes, he will settle down with a heavy plonk on the floor. At other times, when he has felt particularly left out of the action, he will try for some affection and reassurance by coming to us for endless pats. (Try settling down to sleep when your dog wants your attention. It’s impossible!)
But I digress. Should Zack be in the bedroom, he will then begin to pace the room as there isn’t enough space to dance. Otherwise, he will walk up to the bed head and burrow his nose into our faces as part of his campaign to wake his humans up. Now it is the military march: left, right, left, right, left, right ad infinitum until one of us – normally a nudge from me will move Hubby off the bed – goes and opens the bedroom door. Unfortunately, our sleep befuddled brains make us really dim and we never appreciate the consequences until it is too late . . . because once Zack goes out of the bedroom, he then finds himself with plenty of space to DANCE.
As Zack skips about in our hallway, so do our brains start to register the ruckus he is making. By this time, his one jete would have turned to the Tigger-like prances of young Spring lambs. (By the way, did you know that Pyreneans do indeed exhibit their exuberance by jumping up and down on all fours?) Now it is my turn to get out of bed to tell the dog off. ‘Quiet! Lie down!‘ It is, after all, only about 7 am by this time.
So is it any wonder that I can feel my eyes closing at 7 pm, and sometimes as early as 3 pm? As for Hubby, I have often found him slumped over the sofa, eyes watching the back of his eyelids instead of the TV which continues to flicker with sound and pictures, at 9 pm. Nonetheless, Hubby and I will gamely try to stay awake, as we do not want to sleep too early in case we are unable to sleep through the night. Zack, the skiver, can of course sleep anytime of day or night. He has no work to do after all!
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