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3: The number of times Daisy woke me up last night with her not so subtle uhhh uhhh uhhhs. What did she want you ask? To go outside because she was stricken with the uncontrollables? For a drink because she was dying of thirst? At 12:30am, 1:30am, and 2:30am she woke me up begging, groaning and sticking her cold wet nose on my face. I get up and walk to the back door.

Me: "Daisy do you have to go out?"

Dog: looks at me like I am speaking Chinese, backs away from the door.

Me: "Daisy do you need water or food?"

Both bowls are full, still getting the same dumb look. I head back to bed.

Dog: ughh, uhh, ughhhhhhhhhhhh as she stands next to the counter looking at the treat box, back to me, back to treat box.

Lightbulb: I left the box of Milkbones on the counter last night and it seems she just couldn't sleep knowing they were there. No. She did not get any, but that did not chip away at her resolve to try at least two more times. I think the fur cut has turned her into a Diva.

The "before" picture

The "after." Seriously, doesn't she look

like she has a bad attitude??

2: The number of times I had to turn around in the car today and pull the arm of Emma's sunglasses out of her nose while on our way to daycare. I'd like to say to the Honda Element behind us that I'm sorry you didn't get the best parking spot today because my daughter and her disappearing sunglasses slowed you down :)

1: The last bit of patience I have left for today. Who wants it? Just don't be second in line, because you my friend, will not have a nice experience.

The End.