At 3:00 in the morning I took him for a walk hoping that this would calm him down and then he would sleep the rest of the night.
I was not pleased. I enjoy my sleep.
Why on earth do I have a dog? My kids finally sleep through the night and I go get a dog. Am I stupid? (No need to answer that)
Walking down the street I began to imagine tying my dog up in one of my neighbour’s yards. A gift. Very tempting. But my dog is distinctive so my neighbours would figure out he was mine. Then I would have to explain. And still have my dog.
It was at this point that I realized I had a choice.
The night was beautiful. It was calm. The town silent. No cars. No people. Just me and my dog. And the stars. The stars were breathtaking. It is only in the dead of the night that the stars truly shine.
A choice. Continue to whine and complain in my head. Or enjoy the night.
Can’t do both. I tried. Which meant I whined and complained and failed to enjoy the night.