3 In the Morning and All is Well

OK, so here are the kind of adventures that go on around here at night. You get in bed and try to get comfortable on the new torture device, also known as new expensive mattress, and just about the time you start to sleep it starts. Murphy my oldest beagle, and there for the head dog dude, will decide that he wants the doggy bed that McGuire (not head dog dude) is sleeping in. Murphy will just stand next to the bed and bark at McGuire until he gets up and still groggy from being sound asleep, looks around to see what all the barking is about, at which time Murphy gets in the bed of choice. Now, I want to make it perfectly clear that there is no permanent better bed. This changes from bed possession to bed possession. So after McGuire and Murphy are settled in to the new bunk assignments, you fall back asleep again, only to be roused by the sound of a little doggy paw scratching on the bed room door. You try to ignore it for as long as you can, but finally you get up and open the door so we can proceed to the back door to go outside. Instead of a wee trip outside it appears it is time for the sentry patrol. Murphy walks to the edge of the living room, takes a good look around, and then proceeds to give me a look like, "Don't worry man, everything is good out here" and goes and gets back in his bed. That's it, that is what he wanted. Now I appreciate the home security and all, but I really need a good nights sleep. I am no spring chick anymore.