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   Monday, May 01, 2006

   TERRIER TERROR

I discovered a couple of weeks ago that if I bring Tegan to 'doggie daycare' or just simply let her run around the park all afternoon on a Saturday, she would actually sleep through the night. Bravely or foolishly, I started letting her sleep on my bed on such evenings and the results were adorable -- she kneads the bedding with her paws for a minute, then curls between my knees in a little ball. Awe-inspiring cuteness.

The only downside is that, for reasons known only to her, God or science, Tegan wakes up exactly one half-hour before my alarm. Every day, like clockwork. I used to set it for 7:30 am -- being awakened by her whining to get out of her crate at 7 -- and now, with the new earlier job, I set it for 7 and she starts howling at 6:30. In short, I spend my mornings begging -- begging for just 30 minutes more sleep.

Today, woken by Tegan licking my face, I actually managed to get her to go back to sleep. She obediently lay back down and I thrilled to my success before nodding off. About twenty minutes later, I awoke from a violent nightmare involving the dog viciously tearing apart my sofa. I staggered out to the living room, feeling stressed and angry, but aside from a few tiny holes where she has indeed attacked my sofa, there was no damage at all.

I looked at the tiny dog, staring up at me from her food bowl and the truth hit me: she's telepathic. She'd sent me a mental warning to feed her or suffer the consequences. It's all so clear to me now.

Labels: Tegan the Jack Russell Terrorist