To Sunset

The fast-fading glow in the Eastern sky

The fast-fading glow in the Eastern sky

No energy.  That’s me tonight.  I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes open since about 8PM.  I hope this doesn’t mean I’ve caught something (again).  It’s just as likely Tisen is the cause.  He is back to scratching all night again.  I feel like I did when we last had a puppy–being awakened every hour or so and finally settling down for the best sleep after taking our boy out to go potty in the wee hours of the morning, just before the alarm would go off.

The park fading into shadows

The park fading into shadows

Except there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight.  We are trying a drug we’ve tried before that helped.  We’re trying a new dose because it made him sick the last time we tried it.  We’ll see if giving him less helps without the side effects.  I feel guilty about this.  At some point I wonder how much is about my need to sleep vs ending my dog’s suffering?  Should I really be trying to give him a medication that made him sick?  And which is worse for him?  Scratching and chewing himself until he draws blood or a drug that makes him vomit and have diarrhea?  Can’t we have a nice easy route to ending his allergies without side effects?

Only gray is left to the East

Only gray is left to the East

In the meantime, I’m nodding off over the keyboard yet again and wanting nothing more than a good night’s sleep tonight.  I look at these photos of sunset and think that’s an apt way to describe how I feel at the moment–like the light is fading fast.  But, the sun will rise again in the morning and I’ll be blinking, squinting, and, with much resistance, dragging myself back out of bed regardless of how much or how little I sleep.

A bright glow remains in the West

A bright glow remains in the West

Going to be is far easier.  Here’s to sunset!

One final shot of the glowing trail the sun has left behind

One final shot of the glowing trail the sun has left behind

Sleepless Dog Names

I am tired.  And it’s Tisen’s fault.  We’ve been talking about renaming him.  Does “Sleep Deprivation” make a good dog name?  I think back to when we innocently coaxed him onto our bed, even getting out Squirrel to entice him.  All because I thought I would sleep better not having to listen to the noises a dog in a crate in an “industrial loft” (aka, echo chamber) style apartment makes, even when being good.

At first I was right.  I did sleep better.  Tisen curled up quietly in the middle of the bed and didn’t move all night long.  But then Tisen started hogging the blankets.  Pat suggested we let him sleep on the floor two nights ago, so I put his bed in the corner, piled up blankets and squeaky toys, and assumed he would happily sleep there.  But as soon as I laid down, he jumped up and laid beside me, trapping me under the covers.

Last night, I decided I would put him back in the middle, but he collapsed on the bed before I got under the covers and it was all I could do to get enough blanket free to cover half of me.  I was warm enough when I first went to sleep, but I woke up cold later.

He seemed to need to nuzzle up beside me whenever there was any space between us–maybe he knew I was cold.  At some point, I woke up to discover he was pawing at me.  When I opened my eyes, he was on his back, waiting for a belly rub and my torso was covered with a small dog blanket.  It’s more probable I got up and got it in my sleep than that Tisen covered me, right?

I woke up every 15 minutes from that point onward.  It was a long night.  I fell into a sound sleep sometime between 5:30 and 6AM–my alarm went off at 6AM.

After rushing out with the dog, I grabbed a cup of coffee and got to work.  It was one of those 12-hour days with no breaks, so I was grateful when a conference call ended early around noon, giving me 15 minutes to take Tisen out.  I was even more grateful when my husband showed up around 2PM with food from a local barbecue.

Tisen slept like a baby through most of my work day–maybe that’s the problem!  At one point, he was laying with his paws looking like a basket weave.  I had to snap a quick picture with the iPhone.  Maybe “Weaver” could be a dog name?

So far, the list of suggested names I am considering is:  George, Lucky, and Rudy.  I haven’t come up with any ideas myself.  I guess I’ve gone through too many dog names already.  Is he a Sneezy?  A Grumpy?  A Happy?  A Stinky?  (Was that one of the dwarves?)  Pat thinks we should just stick with Tisen.  What do you think?