Last night was it. Shipoopi was done fooling around. She barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked and barked... and wouldn't shut up.
This is, of course, all Vicky's fault. I tried to tell Vicky from the beginning that Shipoopi has to get used to being on her own at night but Vicky insisted on staying up until 10pm or 11pm or 12am - until Shipoopi fell asleep. You can imagine what it's going to be like when we have a child.
So, last night, when Vicky wanted to go to sleep, Shipoopi started barking, because by that time she knew who was boss.
... I went to sleep.
Vicky brought Shipoopi up to our room and put her on the floor - but Shipoopi wasn't going to stand for that. She wanted up on the bed and wouldn't take "almost" for an answer. So, she barked and barked and... well, you get the picture.
When I awoke this morning, Shipoopi was in the bed with us. Vicky had broken quickly and put her there before going to sleep.
I can imagine what stopped her barking. She was surrounded by giant asses, staring her down! Must not move, she probably thought. The slightest sound might alert them and they'll roll over and crush me! So, she remained still all through the night. Still and silent, praying that neither of us farted.
... hey, she asked for it.
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