Monday night, as I was getting ready for bed, Rob told me one of the dogs had peed on the kitchen floor. This wasn't impossible, but very unlikely as they had just been outside. On closer inspection we discovered that the twelve year old dishwasher had peed all over the floor before dying. There had been signs that it was having problems, but I kept hoping I was imagining the problems.
Wednesday morning was spent at the hospital as Rob had some tests done. He was sedated and sleeping while I drank endless cups of coffee and worried.
Rob slept all day, so I did all the dog feedings and outings and I was really tired by 10 PM. I took the dogs out for their last call and Bailey got Monkey past me at the door. I thought she'd bring him back, but she didn't.
Rob was still snoring thru all this so I finally fell asleep. Then I felt a cold nose against my shoulder. It was Samba asking to go out. Now I know that being on Prednisone she has to go out more frequently than the other dogs, but I think this nighttime thing has become more of a habit than a necessity. I glanced at the clock and it was 1:30. I considered telling her to go back to sleep, but I saw her eyes and thought she might really need to go.
I went back to bed and heard Samba throw herself onto her pillow and make a loud sigh to let me know she'd rather be chasing the cat. I ignored her and went back to sleep.
I put the girls back in their crates and told the others to go to sleep and I got back in bed and immediately fell asleep. About 7:30 Rob woke up feeling refreshed after sleeping for a whole day and night. He wanted me to help him chase the dogs outside, then have breakfast. I felt like a zombie.