White Dog and Steve were awakened when the rest of the White Dog Army discovered them curled together in the momma chair...soundly asleep. Instead of quietly backing out of the room and respecting their slumber, our pack assumed that dad was just waiting for everypup to be alert and wanting an early breakfast. The Sibe song of starvation began immediately punctuated by Opal and Roman barks.
THEY had slept through a long night of White Dog discomfort that had Steve holding her, rocking her, sitting at her side as her whimpers and cries changed her demands. Neither got much sleep, even loaded down with as many calming and digestive meds as we could think of for her. In the wee hours before sunrise, White Dog and Steve went out to the yard for the millionth time but THIS time some relief seemed to result...and they slept in the chair...
...For about an hour before our canine alarm clock went off.
White Dog had exhausted herself and was able to return to sleep in her bed. Steve was not so fortunate since it was a work day and once he is awake he is not able to snooze again. "I am going to be dragging ALL day," he warned the crowd lining up for the kitchen. "Please be patient."
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Poor girl. Hope she is feeling better and that Steve got some rest.
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