Oh boy.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
Well, of course we took her into our family. Who could resist?
As I am job hunting, I am on night duty.
And here's how the first night went:
- 1:15 am - she wakes up, crying. I take her out for a pee, she plays
- 2:00 am - she asks to get up onto the couch with me, and settles down
- 2:22 am - I gather her up in the blanket she's lying on, and put her into her crate
- Ah, sleep
- 4:22 am - she wakes up, crying. I take her out for a pee, she plays. She poops on the carpet. Ah, who knew she needed to do No. 1 and No. 2?
- 4:33 - she asks to be up on the couch with me, and settles down
- 4:44 - I put her in her crate
- 4:46 - she cries. I lie down with her, my head half in the crate, to calm her. She licks and nibbles my head, searching for a nipple in my hair. It's kinda funny and disconcerting, all at once. She goes to sleep
- Ah, sleep
- 6:30 - she wakes up, crying. She pees. She plays. She eats.
- 7:42 - she asks to get up on the couch and settles down
- 8:00 - I put her in her crate
- Ah, sleep
- 8:30 - she wakes up, crying. She pees, she poops, she plays.
- 9:30 - she asks to get up on the couch with me
- Fluffy Bear wakes up. My shift is over. Oh, thank God.