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Originally Posted by Cherie
My husband woke this morning to say he's had a great night's sleep but for some reason had awakened tired.
(Be glad you're not married to me)
I responded with , it was a terrible night. You insisted on the fan because it was near 70 (but raining) and it filled the room with humid warm air and the sheets are damp and I kept waking feeling sticky and miserable all because you didn't want to put the A/C on because we're into fall already.
And...the dog was restless and I was up to put her out three times while you blissfully snored away with your earplugs in.
And...she still wet her bed twice anyway so now I have to wash it and give the dog a bath to get the urine out of her fur.
He then has the audacity to suggest that we move our bedroom upstairs and leave the pets downstairs. Yeah, right! The dog tears up rugs and climbs on the couch and destroys the cushions when we're not near her and she's too lame to make it upstairs and you won't let the vet put her down because she's "just old" and not in visible pain although she can't see or hear or control her bladder and keeps tipping over!
Does that rant qualify as crudmudgeonly?
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Oh my goodness, Cherie, that does qualify! I can relate to your husband's feeling about the pup though. We had our elderly cat put down almost two months ago, I put it off for the longest time, because she still ate daily, and occasionally got on my husband's lap. Never mind that the poor thing slept all day, had failing kidneys, dementia, deafness, nearly blind. I loved her dearly and she was still my little kitten.
I was cleaning up her messes for a year or more and it was getting worse all the time. She's in peace now, and she had a very good life, lived until almost 19 years old.