was "interesting". Thinking she might be more comfortable in something a little more familar, her pet taxi was emptied and cleaned out and the towel she road home on was put in as a bed along with a hot water bottle and a ticking clock.
She could barely stay awake so it was time to put her taxi into the laundry room and puppy pads laid down. The taxi door had been removed to let her go in and out as she wished. Everything was set for a cozy and comfy night...but noooooo. Once left alone the chorus began.
Now the yips were expected from a tyke her size. The "wooow wooow wyyyah" vocalizations were different. But mixing them together sounded like more than one puppy was calling for attention.
Her calls were dutifully ignored. Grandma took out her hearing aids, I was tired enough to ignore them, only Momma had to battle with the urges to respond to the calls. At some unknown point Lacey gave up. But when Grandma made her late night trip Lacey became alert again and started calling. Momma remained fast asleep but now it was me who had to resist. And resist we did until around 6:30 am when Lacey was happily released from her prison.
Of course, having spent some time in the night calling, she is now happily asleep.
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