I have to start with the excuses. Yes, I have them. Saturday just did not go good for me. I felt like crap during the day (a sore throat and light headed). I was able to rest some in the late afternoon and started to feel better. I tried to stay relaxed at night. I went to bed about 10:45 pm (I was a bit nervous and could not fall asleep sooner). Then, about 12:45pm, I am awoken by my dog!
My dog, Jake, sleeps on the bed with us. On Friday night his face swelled up significantly. I was out at a pasta party. My wife (Jill) left me a message that she was rushing Jake to the vet because his face was about three times its normal size. When Jake gets home his face is still swollen. The vet says he must have been bit by a Bee or spider and had a reaction. She gave him some medication and he should be fine. We watch him throughout Sat. and his face continues to go back to normal. By night time we don't think much about it. He seems okay.
Then at 12:45pm he is freaking out. Jumping all over and off the bed. I get up and let him outside in case he has to go pee or poop. I checked him out when he came back in. Everything seems okay. I go back to bed. Then, within an hour he is again jumping on and off the bed. He moves from one part of the bed to the next. This goes on until about 3am (after multiple times of us telling him to stop and settle down). At 3am, Jill puts him outside. Within a half an hour we hear him banging against the door. So we try again to put him in the bed room. His crazy actions continue until about 4am, when Jill gets up and takes him to the living room to sleep on the couch with him so that I can get some sleep before I have to wake up a 5am.
Me after the finish:
Jill and me, with the baby to come:
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