Insomnia. We all suffer with it at one time, or another. I
have rearranged furniture, cleaned the pantry, and as of last night, worked on
landscaping projects. I have tried reading or playing Solitaire, but it seems
physical activity gets me back to sleep faster, although not without some
repercussions.
The night I rearranged furniture, I gave up half way through
and went to bed. My husband thought we’d been robbed. Last night, my husband,
and Cooper, thought we had a burglar stealing our landscaping brick.
I know. Three o’clock in the morning is an odd time to be
rearranging the flower garden. However, there was a good reason. Well, for
redoing the garden, maybe not for doing it the dark.
Six-month-old Cooper is still in the let’s-eat-the-whole-world
mode. Our raised flowerbed is filled with decorative rock, sticks, pine cones, and
poisonous plants. This cornucopia of indigestible snacks sings a siren song to
him. We tried lining the decorative fence with chicken wire. It
worked, for a while, until our extraordinarily smart pup realized he could push
out sections of the wire and feast.
Le sigh.
Last night, around three a.m., the perfect solution hit me
like a taser. I tried rolling over and snuggling back in for some additional
sleep, but no luck. I envisioned the step-by-step procedure until I finally gave up.
I slipped on sweats, grabbed a coat and a flashlight, and
went outside. After several minutes of experimentation, I figured out the
details. My plan was brilliant. Why hadn’t we thought of it before? By removing
the top layer of decorative brick (all one-hundred-and-twenty of them), and
tucking a portion of the chicken wire under them, we would have a stabilized
retaining wall. Cooper couldn’t push the wire aside and nothing could slip
through.
I managed to do about ten feet of wall before I heard noises
behind me.
My husband, obviously hastily dressed, and Cooper stood
beside the back door peering in my direction. Not being the bravest member of
the investigation team, Cooper barked and ran for the door. My husband held a defensive
stance.
I finally found my voice. “Hey, it’s me!”
Cooper turned around, stretched in my direction to get a
better scent, and then hit me like the ton of bricks I had just moved.
My husband didn’t move, and although it was dark, I could read his thoughts. Seconds later, he clarified any misunderstanding in
that regard.
“What on earth are you doing out here in the middle of the
night?”
“I figured out what to do about the flower bed.”
“Now? Can’t it wait until daylight?”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d come out and try it.”
“Cooper won’t settle down.”
Which meant he woke my husband, desperate to get out of the
kennel and confront the intruder in his yard. Okay, so he wanted my husband to
confront the thief.
Now that he knew I was up, he would not go back to sleep.
Le sigh.
“Fine. Leave him out here with me. You go back to bed.”
The connoisseur of bark and rock would not cooperate with my
landscaping efforts. He was determined to undermine (pun intended) all my work,
and he was shivering. The grass was wet from dew, well maybe it was frost. I
gave up.
Not wanting to disturb my husband’s sleep further, I opted
for a nap on the futon in my office, with Cooper. It was now five a.m., Cooper’s
new time to get up since we turned the clocks back.
However, with a little persuasion, he joined me.
We also discussed eating my pillow and nesting in my blanket, but with the
assistance of a collar and a short lead, I convinced him to stay put
and sleep. Moments later, he stood on my stomach, faced the door, and whined. I
heard it too. My husband was making coffee.
Le sigh.
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