Here’s the way it works every morning Chez Terrier:
1. Terriers wake up at 3AM to 4AM.
2. Get taken out for a wee.
3. Have breakfast.
4. Humans stumble around in a fog checking alarm clocks to verify it really is that early.
5. Terriers bogart the warm spots in the bed.
6. Humans try to get back into the small areas of the bed not occupied by terriers.
7. Terriers start to snore.
8. Humans stare at the ceiling unable to go back to sleep.
9. Terriers snore.
That’s funny. Except to the humans, of course…
Bravo, exemplary training of the humans on the part of the Terrier Duo! You do know, of course, that they’re just pretending to need to go outside so that they can hog the best spots in the bed afterwards, no? 😉 Nuri
P.S. I greatly enjoy your writing!
Django sleeps quietly in his crate next to our bed waiting for the sun to come up or, in the winter, for the radiator to start hissing. Then, agenda items 2-9 kick in. I think the snoring’s kinda cute, though, compared to the resident male human’s!
Your terriers must be corresponding with my cats when I’m not looking and passing along behavior hints. Our two boys at this cat house do exactly the same thing with the addition of racing around the house like wild cats for a couple of hours at least. Not fun in the wee hours of the morning. I’m hoping this is just a phase they’re going through. Hoping being the operative word.
Well, here I was thinking only my terriers snore! I got 4 black/white smooths (3 boys and 1 girl). Mornings are a hard thing for me ’cause Spot snores and takes half of the bed, Nena likes to sleep on my ribs so I can’t move, Doki sleeps over my arms and Dokín (Doki’s son) sleeps between my legs…Obviously this arrangement only last for 5 mins. But I love that they do that!.
This sounds like you’re peeking into our windows, except we’ve conditioned our terrors to not expect breakfast if they wake us up to go wee at 4 a.m. They’d best get their furry little rears back in bed and get quiet until a decent hour, like, at least 5:30. Then they wear themselves out leaping and barking in anticipation of brekky (with Britta doing the Dachshund Waltz, since Dachshunds don’t get good air). Afterwards, it’s one last tear around the yard on vermin patrol before getting back into bed for a good nap.