Here is a little Jack story for you. Last night Tyson and I were SOUND asleep (duh)… Our door opened at 3:30am and I heard someone walk in. I assumed it was Tyson, getting a drink of water. The dogs came in too and jumped right in our bed. Of course, this made me mad at him (Tyson) for: a) letting the dogs in and b) not kicking them back out. Tucker loves to sleep on legs and he settled right down on mine. Anger. Except I was too tired to fully wake up and unleash that anger.
Next thing I know - I hear a voice say, "I wanna watch a show." I swore it was coming from the monitor. NOPE. Mr. Jack had crawled into our bed, was sitting in between us, under the covers - proclaiming that he wanted us to turn on the TV at 3:30am.
No dice. He was sent back to his bed.
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