This will be sort of neat as the last post was her first day just last week. So you can see the changes such as going to the boat this time and pulling it in, which she wouldn’t do last week.

This weekend Sadie started her Water Rescue training. It’s an informal group that is getting together every Saturday to work on training our Newfoundland dogs to get their Water Rescue titles.

Sadie did pretty well as one of the "beginners". There were clearly things that need to be worked on but overall, not too bad for a first time at this.

Oh, today has just not been a good day and it all started at 2am when the 4 legged house mates teamed up against me.

2am – After synchronizing his watch earlier with all the other 4 legged house mates, Fargo on queue, starts phase I of "weeknight operation" and comes to my bed and wakes me up to supposedly go outside.
While I am preoccupied dealing with a Fargo potty break. Widget (one of the cats)moves into position.
2:20am – Fargo is now back in (finally) and has settled back down for the rest of the evening. Widget commences with Phase II, the booby-trapping of my side of the bed.
As I come back to bed after dealing with Fargo, I realize that Widget is in the way and isn’t wanting to move. I finally pick her up and put her onto the floor where she quickly makes a move to get out of the way as she knows what is next. Unfortunately, in the dark I don’t see the booby-trap and as I roll into bed, realize that I am now laying on something wet. Of course being half asleep, it is very difficult to gain complete dexterity of ones limbs and manage to raise my butt out of whatever it has just landed in and maneuver back out of bed and not fall back into the wet stuff.
Finally I get back out of bed, click on the bathroom light to see that Widget has thrown up a full stomach of cat food.
2:28am – Clean up the cat puke.
2:35am – I now have to wake up sleeping beauty (which is dang near impossible) and get her out of bed so I can get the sheet off the bed (R did wake up enough to help with this), only to find that it has soaked through to the liner.
2:40am – Get a towel to cover over the wet area and try to go back to sleep.
2:55am – Fargo now commences with phase III. He comes in lays down and starts to loudly clean his privates.
2:58am – Fargo is ushered out the door.
3:10am – Sadie kicks in her part by starting a wrestling match with Fargo in the den. which I go out to stop.
At this time, I decide that I will sleep better on the couch as the towel is soaking up the yuck from the bed liner.
3:45am – Ursa, on perfect queue, starts phase IV, her scared whimpering act (not sure why other than to keep me up). This goes on for a good 20 minutes.
4:30am – Alarm goes off and it’s time to start the morning process.
5:45am – R and I decide that it’s been a long night and we decide to call in sick.
7:00am – realize that it is Friday and the lawn guy is coming by to mow and because of a late job meeting, it hasn’t been done.
7:30am – Backyard finally all picked up.
8:00am – Finally the last Phase, Phase V is kicked into gear. Leon (another one of our cats)at an earlier pre-arranged time while I was cleaning up the backyard, has deftly knocked my new, one week old glasses off the kitchen counter and Sadie has gotten them.
8:15am – a lens is found by Ruthanna. 2 minutes later the rest of the glasses are found, completely destroyed. Even worse than the first pair(which were clearly was a test run for tonights mission) that got destroyed a few days back by a particular black dog.

Weeknight mission accomplished