Saturday, Feb. 6

Thursday night was terrific. The dog went outside onto the deck and slept all night without incident. No scratching, whining or barking. As I let him in the door in the morning I told him he was perfect then gave him his breakfast.
However, Friday night didn't go well. The Great One had scored a used dog house and it was lifted over the railings of the deck and once situated, lined with cushions and his blankie from the SPCA. At 12:30 he was scratching at the glass doors so I got up, put on my boots and jacket and took him for a walk. The sky was crystal and the moon peek-a-booed through the firs as we walked the road looking for a good spot. And yes, I do carry a plastic bag for those land mines he drops. Nothing like a warm bag of dog poop in your pocket on a winter's night. He was put back on the deck but called again a while later and TGO got up and let him in. He moved out to the couch and the dog lay on the floor beside him. At some point TGO put him back outside and came to bed. At 5 am the dog was fussing so we both got up and the day started.
He learned to play with a tennis ball this afternoon, fetching and returning it. Maybe that will save us some walks as he can race up and down the driveway retrieving. He loves the snow, is scared of the cats and likes people, even the nosy neighbour. Maybe in the spring he can dig a hole and bury her.
Let's hope he's tired and will sleep all night again. I don't mind 5 am but it's the middle of the night excursions that get me down.