Last night was the worst. After getting home late and letting the pups out, one of these shits decided they were to good for sleep. I’m talking about Sir Winston of course. He protested being his bed chamber so loudly I was afraid he would wake the rest of his subjects up. After bringing him outside twice and trying to put him back to bed, I decided to lay down on the couch with him. You would think this level of servitude would please him but no. Around 3 this morning I woke up and tried once more to put him back to bed, but he was on a rampage that King Henry VIII would be proud of. Fearing for my head I brought him into our bedroom for the rest of the night. I’m sure he tried to cut my head off while I was sleeping because my neck hurts so bad.