Thursday, September 3, 2009


Every morning for the past, I don't know, 2 weeks or so Ken and Rusty have played this game with me. They think it's so funny. I hate it.
Normally, I get up first and shower and get the house moving along- feed Rusty, put him outside, eat some granola, start fixing my hair,- and then when I'm about half way done I go in and wake up Ken. He'll stumble out and take over the sink.
Anyway, a couple weeks ago Rusty started coming outside our bedroom door in the mornings before the clock would ring and just kinda grumble around. Moan a little, sigh... he's very verbal for a canine. Ken thought it would be okay to let him come in a LAY ON THE BED until I got up. I am against this idea 10000000%. (Yes ten-million percent.) But Ken (the softie) rolls out of bed and opens the door enough to let Rusty in. Rusty doesn't just curl up in a little ball and sleep for the last half hour he's supposed to.
He puts that cold, wet nose in my ears. He paws at the covers until they come off. He tries to burrow under me to lift me up. He walks along my back and legs. He'll nustle under the covers that are by my waist now and push them to my feet. He makes it so miserable to be in bed that I have to get up.
Ken just giggles. They've taken to doing this every day.
I've tried just laying there in the cold. Uncovered and being pawed at. But Rusty won't have it. He'll start growling at me.
Who owns who, right?


Poulsen Family said...

One of the many reasons why I won't let Christopher get a dog. Love them, but I can't deal with them.

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Karlenn said...

Ugh, Titan used to do that crap to me in the mornings. I hated it. It made me want to punch him right in the nose. And the fact that Rusty and Ken are in cahoots is the worst! You tell Ken that Kar says he is naughty.

Lyner said...

Haha, I decided I could never have a dog. But that dog just loves you :)

Anonymous said...

Oh, Man! That would make me mad too!!