Pooky is not sleeping at the moment. Every time we put him in his bed, despite him being so tired he is falling over, he comes out of his room and runs around like some banshee boy, screwing up his eyes and holding his breath until a noise roughly describable as "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" emanates forth from his Pooky little mouth. Then he wakes several times in the night, exclaims "ROOOOOOOOOO" some more and gets into our bed, whereupon he grinds his teeth for hours.
Matters are not helped by tiny Pug, who last night, during the customary battle to get her hair dried, grabbed the hairdryer and bonked herself in the face with it, causing a hideous spider's web- like scar to manifest itself across her cheek. Add to that the recently dried out chicken pox scabs, and Puggle looks like nothing you'd expect to see outside the NSPCC's latest ad campaign.
I know it's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, but I need to add to my series of blessings counted.
643: Pooky is not scarred.
644: Puggle sleeps sometimes.
645: Headache tablets are cheap.
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