McLean Puppy Chronicles: All Dogs Are Black at Night

Last night was a late night for me. Fred had worked out in the yard and was very tired. He went up to bed early. So, left to my own devices, I meandered along on the internet and became trapped in that sinkhole of time known to many as Pinterest.

I took a detour into the cul de sac of doom: Etsy. When, with bleary eyes, I looked up, it was midnight and Fred had thoughtfully left me with all the dogs.

We trudged with heavy feet up the stairs. There was one light on in the bathroom. The dogs fled into the darkness of the bedroom. I began to put on my pyjamas, brush my teeth, take my pills.

Turn out the lights. Sweet darkness. One more holiday day and then work beckons.

I round the corner to my side of the bed and my feet make contact with a dog. A soft fluffy one.

"Ah, Corky. You are so sweet for waiting outside your kennel." I said to him. I patted his head and did a small tug on his collar. He walked right into the crate. I pulled it down behind him.

I got into bed. Closed my eyes.

Snoring. Such snoring. Fred was sawing away! And then, just underneath the snoring, I heard a little peep.

Wheep, wheep.

SNORE. SNORE. wheep.

What was that whistling? I elbowed Fred, but he didn't move.

SNORE!!!! SNORE! WHEEP!

It got a little louder.

WHEEP. WHEEP.

Was it Corky? Did he need to go out? Fred rolled over and the snoring stopped.

WHEEP. WHEEP.

It WAS Corky. I turned on my light.

Jam stared back at me. Jam was in Corky's crate. In the darkness, all dogs are black and I had grabbed Jam and pushed him into Corky's crate and shut it behind him. He was staring out at me.

"Why? Why?" His expression asked.

I jumped up and let him out. Corky came out from around the corner. He was so happy to be free. I grabbed him and put him in the crate.

Order was restored.