Remember that time I had two toddlers fighting over a toy in my bed at 3am?
Oh right. You don’t. Because I don’t have toddlers.
What I do have, apparently, are two very dramatic spaniels.
Gizmo and Emmie spend most of their day stealing the same object away from each other. It does not matter if we have many objects. Much like actual children, they need the same one. However, thus far, the “It’s Mine!” game has not involved the need for a referee.
Until the other night.
Like every night, Gizmo crawled into our bed with the rest of the fur family with a chewy. We fell asleep.
Enter 3am, when Emmie must have successfully stolen it away from Gizmo, who was clearly not successful in getting it back.
Don’t worry, ya’ll.
He has a solution.
It’s called mom.
For a dog who is still working on being okay with physical touch, apparently “standing on top of” is an okay social boundary. He literally hopped up onto my back and then BARKED into my ear. His shrill, piercingly loud, I-mean-it bark. Repeatedly. And stompy-stomped with those little paws of his.
Until, in the middle of my need for sleep, I made the poor choice of taking the chewy from Emmie, giving it back to Gizmo, and telling everyone to leave me alone.
Apparently, Half-Awake Brittney needs to think things through a bit.
Enter last night.
Repeat the process.
Then wait a few minutes – why? Because Emmie realized that if you tell ME that someone took your chewy, I will get it back for you. But Emmie? Is not a barker. And she certainly has better social graces and would never stand on someone while they slumber.
So instead, she waltzed over to the side of my face and… HIT ME IN THE HEAD.
When I opened my eyes, she wiggled her butt and sat. Innocent eyes and blinked. Like, HEY THERE. SINCE YOU’RE AWAKE, I CAN HAS CHEWY?
We clearly need to begin picking up toy and chewy bins before bed, I see.
Sigh. 
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i’m giggling so hard over this
i know that feeling so well.. when henry wants something he taps me with his paws, ever so politely.. until he’s decided he’s waiting long enough. then the whines, the wimpers, the barks, the slamming of paws (how do they have such strength in such tiny bodies?!). oh man, but they sure do own our hearts, huh? here’s hoping everyone picks their own treat to bring to bed tonight. xo
LOL I agree, though. Clearly, I am not the owner in this house and rather the owned, but it slays me from adorable. every. darn. time.
Also, love pets with people names! Henry = fabulous!
I laughed out loud when I read this – I love when you write about your pups! I feel like I know them
When Chloe wants something she just stands there and stares at you. If you ignore her, she’ll climb on top of you and put her face within an inch of yours and stare you down. Then she lies down on top of you and starts to growl. If that STILL doesn’t work, she starts scratching.
She sleeps in her kennel at night. I’ve been woken up one too many times by the feeling of someone watching me only to open mye yes and see her nose.
Hahahaha! I have the same issue with being woken up around 3am each morning by somebody who wants to play with his toy mouse. And I play I mean he wants me to throw ir in the air for him to catch. He can be very insistent. You wouldn’t think my cat was actually 14 by the way he acts!