A few weeks ago was quite a napping week for me, I seemed to have caught a flu bug or something, general malaise, achy, tired, stuffy etc., On this particular day it was a 2 nap day. Sheesh! So, I get all set up and lay down, take off my glasses and prepare for snoozeland.
Well, Fred had had enough of this napping crap, so just as I was dozing off, and he had just got his little nests all set to his liking.
He decided it really wasn't a good time for him to have nap time. He proceeded to become obnoxiously noisy. For instance, instead of just tic tic ticking across the linoleum, he added extra steps, kind of like tic a tic a tic a TICKING, with a vengeance. Drinking water very loudly, he's a loud drinker anyway he snorts, and slurps, chokes, it’s nuts, sometimes I’m not sure he will survive, this too was magnified. Then of course, a really LOUD burp, just for good measure. All the while glancing at me to see if I was asleep. I wasn't. Then the MIGHTY protector in him decides it's time to dash into the living room while "snort barking" just in case there might be bad guys out there (he never does this), high alert, for cripes sake. Ok, this is not working for Fred, I’m still feigning sleep, so next, and I can hear his wheels spinning, he decides it's time to get the toys out (I have a basket they go into at the end of the day), all of them. Short note on this one, for reasons I will never understand, it is an ordeal to get the toys out of the basket, it looks like he may be diffusing a highly explosive bomb. Every move is done with extreme care, very precise and very slow for each one individually, it’s an ordeal. This is why I put them away every night so he has to get them out of the mean basket, hoping someday it won’t be such an ordeal for him (3 years?).
Scary BasketHe grabs the rope toy, gives it a few really good heartfelt noisy shakes, drags the ball out, the other rope toy, and the string, then last but not least, it's time for the nylabone. He positions it in such a way, that it makes a seriously loud grinding noise when he chews on it, the floor is vibrating, widows are rattling, to his utter delight.
He was doing this much louder on that particular day, but you get the idea.
Who can get mad at that mug? I certainly can't, so I got up. I think that is why, on that particular day it was a two nap day.
Now, honestly I am not sure if the problem was me napping or the fact that I had made this napping site soo cozy and he wasn't invited. Personally I think it was the latter. So, after making quite sure that I was fully awake and up and about, he proceeded to hop up on the cozy couch and take a nap. I was not quiet.