Let me paint a picture for you.  Every night before I go to bed, I make sure that our house is in order.  Check to see who needs to pack a lunch the next day, clothes are ready for school, some semblance of breakfast is on hand.  I set the thermostat, take Ollie out for a final pee and bring Ocho, our Black Lab, IN. 

This isn’t easy. 

He likes guarding the property and barking at crickets and coyotes.  At various stages of the day he enjoys being inside, but when it gets dark, he’s on duty, if you will.  This means that if he is not safely locked up in the house HE BARKS ALL NIGHT.  For reasons known only to my moron husband, he decided to let the dog back out again.  Why he does this remains a mystery, but suffice it to say, it’s 3:13AM and I have unsuccessfully tried to bring the barking dog back into the house for the past 30 minutes while my moron husband sleeps.  I guarantee you he is the only one in a mile radius getting any sleep.  The rest of us are up.  Because the &*%$@! is BARKING!!!

I am not happy.