big night

Here's the thing. I typically don't like revealing this much about our lives and livelihood on the old blog, but this is a big step for us...err....me. And let's face it, at its heart, this blog is about me and my misadventures and my attempt to overcome them. Move forward. As the title notes. So I figured this latest development was blog worthy.

When I married my loving husband, I brought my sweet little Lola into the marriage. Loving hubs knew what he was up against....he helped me pick her out before we were even engaged....he boldly told me she was my dog and my responsibility and that he didn't like dogs. Well. We all know the rest of the story....a few weeks into her puppyhood he fell hook, line and sinker. He loves Lola girl. Maybe not as much as I love her, but she's still his girl.

Here's the teeny, tiny, minor detail that is crucial to the rest of this story. Lola has slept next to me for the past 5 years. Since she was 8 weeks old. I lived on my own, she was my dog and that's where she slept. Ok? Ok.

Anyway, loving hubs kind of looked the other way once we got married and Lola continued to sleep next to me. He's a good sport like that. And then one day, I spotted this little guy at the Humane society....

Yeah....about Hank's first night in our home. I tried to get him to sleep on the floor next to the bed. Really, dear readers, I tried. That lasted about three minutes before he JUMPED onto the bed. He's athletic like that. I put him back on the floor. He jumped back up. I put him in the kitchen (which in our old home was 5 feet from our bedroom) and he cried. And then I cried. So, for the past two years Hank and Lola have shared our bed.

Now I know you must be thinking to yourself, "Lisa...doesn't your loving husband hate sleeping with the pugs?"

And I will retort, "Faithful reader....does Cinderella hate midnight? Is the pope Catholic?"

In a word, YES. Sharing our bed with the dogs is not his favorite thing. So a couple of nights ago, after much thought and consideration, I threw up my hands and told him it was time. Time to put the dogs in their own room. BIG NIGHT people. We are on night two of this development and I have woken up at 3 both nights to check on them.

This has been a very difficult transition for me. I have to go into robot mode when I shut the door in their faces and hear them whimper. But it's for the best. Right? Right?!?!? Maybe I'm being slightly dramatic, but thanks for listening, or reading rather. I appreciate your support :)