Sleep Interrupted

One night early last week I fell asleep on the sofa pretty early once again from utter exhaustion.

Rick let me sleep there since he was thrilled I was getting some Zz’s at all.
At some point I got up and went to bed.  I do not remember going upstairs to bed.

I was awakened by licking on my face, Izzy in a frantic state and I, in my own bed.
She came to my side of the bed and then went over and looked at the empty bed on Rick’s side and then looked out our bedroom window – she did this 5 times.
So I grabbed shoes and thought Rick was outside or something. (I know it made no sense but I was very much in a foggy brain state)
She walked out the bedroom door and looking behind her at me like, “Hey aren’t you coming? Hurry!”

So down the stairs we go and she goes to the front door. I thought she had to go to the bathroom but at the same time wondering where the hell Rick is you know?
It was just past 1:00a.m.

We get outside and Izzy is looking left and then right and then takes off to the back of the house to the driveway. (I don’t keep her on a leash at night because no one can see us break this rule and she won’t run off)
I follow and she sits in front of Rick’s van and stares at it and looks back at me and then back at the van. This goes on and on.
I can’t open the door to show her he isn’t in there because it is locked.
She is convinced he is in there and won’t move. She is a frantic little dog right now.

Now you have to understand how this dog is so over the moon for her master Rick.
It's really sickening.  I feed her and she looks at me like, "feed me bitch, and then get lost"  I'm otherwise ignored if Rick is home. The sun and moon revolve around Rick according to this dog.

This whole thing was crazy at 1am and I’m groggy and now getting worried about where the hell Rick is at this hour. Did Izzy see something?
I get her to come in the house because I say the word Daddy. She loves that word and man.
I tell her Daddy is in the house – she goes in and RUNS up the stairs to the bedroom and of course he isn’t in bed and she is freaking out – frantically pacing – bed – window – me – bed – window – me.

I say, “Let’s go upstairs and see if he is up here.”
Now that I am awake it only makes sense that Rick isn’t outside but probably up on the 3rd floor either watching TV in the media room or sleeping in a guest bedroom.

Sure enough he is in one of the guest bedrooms on the 3rd floor and is out like a light.
C’mon Lassie if you were so smart you’d have gone up there first of all.
If I was awake I would have thought of it first too.

Izzy is all excited with tail a waggin’ wildly.
She starts licking him and wakes him. Her Labrador Tail beating the mattress like a drum.
There was no way she was just coming back downstairs to bed without him.

I assume Rick is up here because I was snoring.
That seems to be the only time either of us go up there to sleep.
My allergies are in full fall bloom and I can barely breathe so it was probably me.

Of course now Rick is a bit cranky because he has been awaken yet again.
I ask if I was snoring?
He tells me I was making sounds he's never heard before in nature. Lovely eh?

What a morning!
We finally all get back to bed and Izzy gets on her bed and she sighs so loudly it made us both laugh!
Now we’re awake and damn it we’ve got to be up in a few hours.
Why did we want a dog again?