Beddie-bye for Petey-pie

Yesterday we attending a wedding that was over 2 hours away.  We were gone from the house from about 3:00 in the afternoon until after 10:00.  This is a very bad infraction of the Petey rules.  No one should be gone from the house that long.  Both people being gone is even worse.  Then we were gone waaaaaay past bedtime.  That is the perfect trifecta for Petey's ire.

On the way home we discussed just how much trouble we were in and what if anything could be done about it.  We wondered if we would be met at the back door, or if Petey had put himself to bed without us.  It really didn't matter since, either way we were in deep trouble.

We were met at the door, a little to our surprise since it was after 10:00.  Petey zipped outside to take care of business with the expectation that the three of us would go straight to bed.  He didn't dilly-dally outside.  He was out and back in quickly so as not to waste precious sleep time.  Little did he know that we had been listening to the Alabama game on the radio all the way home and that there were still a couple of minutes left in the game.

We rushed in to turn the TV on and actually watch the last few moments of the pounding the Tide was giving Michigan.  This was quite upsetting to Petey.  He spend the next few minutes as the game ended huffing and puffing at us as he walked down the hall to the bedroom and back.  He flung himself around the living room floor  to demonstrate that we should be laying down not sitting down.

As soon as the game was over, I (Lori) had mercy on the poor dog and went to bed.  John likes to watch the interviews and recaps at the end of the game and he would be several minutes getting to bed.  I thought if one of us went to bed that would be fine and Petey would settle down.  Oh no! 

Petey got in the bed alright, but that was all.  He was not settling down to sleep at all.  He started under the covers, but had to get on the pillows, then he had a very bad itch.  After that he decided the foot of the bed was more appealing and then back under the covers.  The itchies struck again and he had to be uncovered to take care of than.  On and on, round and round we went, much like a toddler delaying nap time.

I was a little tired from a long day and wanted to go to sleep.  I told him so and that if he didn't settle down he'd have to get up.  He got up.  I think he thought he was punishing me by not sleeping with. me.  He could have been going for John, but it didn't matter to me. I was glad.  I could finally get some sleep.