beri is skating on thin ice. she's a yorkie. she's small. she needs to be picked up to get onto the bed. every. bloody. time.
(although i have witnessed her jumping up on the bed quite a number of times. but i take into consideration that she's 63 dog years old)
up and down. up and down. up and down. up and down. up and down. up and down.
all frigging night.
BERI. you are 9 bloody years old. you are toying with me. it now has become a game to you to see if i will pick you up. which i always do.
2am *yap* pick up
2:03am jump down
2:15am *yap* pick up
2:28am jump down
2:40am *yap* pick up
2:53am jump down
3:07am *yap* pick up
3:28am jump down
4am *yap* pick up
4:20am jump down
4:55am *yap* pick up
5:28am jump down
***5:30am my alarm goes off.***
5:30:03 *yap yap yap yap* pick up
5:31 jump down
5:31:43 *yap yap yap yap yapyap yap* pick up
and so on... til the yaps grow louder and more forceful and everytime i go to pick her up she taunts me and backs up so she's out of my reach...
swear i need those redecorators to build a mini dog staircase at the end of my bed.
i am so tired and my throat hurts.
