Sweeney Slept Through the Night!
Last night Sweeney slept (or else quietly amused himself) through the night and didn’t wake us up at 4:00 in the morning. Only his fourth night in our apartment and already he’s settling in! I wonder if this is an anomaly, or the start of a new trend?
I’ve decided to wean myself off the dog-parenting manuals because they’re making me crazy. Must develop my instincts instead.
When we went to the library yesterday, an elderly woman began cooing at him in his little Sherpa bag. She engaged me in conversation about her beloved dog, who’d passed on twenty years ago already–the memory enough to bring the tears to her eyes.
“You learn a lot about yourself when you have a dog,” she said.
“I know,” I said, “that’s why I wanted one.”
Sweeney almost bit Rod’s nipples off today, though, tugging at the nipple rings.
