Twenty four and a half years of marriage and I have no idea how to deal with this situation. I'm looking to you for advice.
To coax the dog back to health Gary began feeding him canned dog food. At some point he checked the tiny can of Premium dog food to see how much Mac should get a day, and we were only feeding him three cans instead of five. The same day he discovered this, the dog woke up and barked after midnight. Could have been a raccoon in the yard. Could have been a full moon.
Gary heard it as hunger and decided to feed him.
And as the night follows the day, the dog gets up in the middle of the night every night now and barks until Gary feeds him.
Gary blames the dog.
The two most obvious solutions are doomed. I can't sleep in the other room because the dog really hates that, and he barks. I can't use earplugs because it's futile. Gary is right next to my head and when he begins really yelling at the dog AT THREE A.M. after the dog has barked for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES it wakes me up.
In more cheerful news, I wore the cashmere socks today. Marcia's take? "They feel like socks."
Even better, I volunteered to bring Cake Pie to the department Festivus celebration next week.