These sweet, sweet bastard pugs decided at 3:00 am this morning that is was their wake up time, as if it was 10:00 am (thats right, the pugs get to sleep in 4 more hours than I do each morning). The kept jumping up and down from the bed, playing, going in and out of the doggie door, coming back from outside cold and wanting under my covers. These sweet, sweet pugs, kept me up. Then Olive, who is obsessed with a rawhide bone we gave her a week ago, decided that chewing on the bone was way more important than her beauty sleep, and my beauty sleep.
If kids are worse than having pugs that wake you up at 3:00 am and keep you up for hours, I think I'll pass.
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