Last night I attempted to make a stand for mankind. I slept really badly on Sunday so I decided to stop the dogs from creeping onto my bed in the night - Little Mouse usually stays in her basket but Alfie Greyhound generally finds his way on in the early hours.
It started as a battle of wills and ended in exhaustion and defeat. Little mouse spent all night intentionally tip-tapping around downstairs to annoy me, pausing at the botom of the stairs occasionally to listen for my defeat - and then tippy tapping away some more.
Alfie Greyhound would circle the bed - then get in his wicker basket, and gently move from side to side to make that wicker creaking noise - and sigh repeatedly.
I had no sleep. When I got up this morning both dogs shot into my still warm bed - Alfie wrapped himself tightly in the Duvet and refuses to come out - he may be there all day.... I fear a dirty protest.
Once again I have failed.
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