I have to go pee pee, Mommy

Once the child starting driving her own car, I figured I was done hearing those words - "I have to go pee pee, Mommy." I forgot I have pets. While I did love my cat, I do not miss her kitty litter. She never asked permission to pee anyway. She just went in the general direction of her litter pan and let it rip. Go Wiz!

Of course, I am referring to the beagles. Their little bladders run my life sometimes. They have the servant bell to let me know when they want to pee, want to eat, or just generally want to say HI. Last night, around 8 pm, Molly started really hitting the bell hard. Often. Like every 15 minutes. Sometimes five minutes.

Remember, I live in the frozen north. While our winter has been "mild," anyone living in a milder climate would vacate this state in January. I would like to, also. It's no longer mild, anyway. It was in the 20s last night. Every time the dogs want to go out, I have to put on a hat, usually a scarf, a heavy winter parka, boots or at least waterproof warm shoes, and then I have to collar and leash each dog. Then, after they do whatever,  I have to undo the whole process. If they immediately pee and come right back in, I can do it in three minutes.

Three minutes is no big deal in the summer. Now, it's getting frustrating. Last night I was tired of going outside so often. Finally at 1:10 am, Molly hit the servant bell and went to bed. So the logical thing to do was follow her. I was tired, she was tired, I had already realized she has a UTI, and we needed some sleep.

At 1:14 am, Molly got me up to pee. I had to find my sweat pants, slippers (forget boots that time of night), get the rest of the stuff on, and get her out. Baby barely moved over so I could get out of bed, so she stayed in bed all night while we went out constantly.

At 1:24 am, Molly got me up to pee. Ditto the rest.

At 2:45 am, I realized I was still wide awake and had not taken a sleeping pill, so I took half. Molly seemed to be finally sleeping.

At 2:54 am, Molly got me up to pee. Ditto the routine.

It went on like that all night long. I did not sleep at all until 8 am. I slept from 8 am to 10 am. You would think it would be deep, dreamless sleep by that time, right?

I had a nightmare that ran like a horror book. I was a victim of serial killing torturers. I finally was able to call the police, who came out. The killers convinced the police that nothing was wrong. I managed to call again, and this time I threw myself at one of the police officers, causing a minor wound, but enough so they hauled me off to jail. I don't know what happened to the killers. They are probably still at it, in someone's dream. Whoever has nightmares where there is a "happy" ending?

Now where would that come from? I have three David Wiltse's books here, but haven't read them yet. He has one sick mind. I love that guy :)

Once I got up, I had to take Molly out, of course. She was banging on the servant bell. I also have some, ahem, urp spots on my bedroom carpet. I figured I wasn't getting up and putting a leash and collar on my poor sick dog and dragging her outside to puke. (I just steamed the carpet. ) I fed the dogs, took Molly out three or more times.

Then I called the vet and begged kindly for antibiotics for Molly's UTI. I was way, way too exhausted and stupid feeling to dose Molly up with Valium, wait two hours for it to work, then drag two hyper/freaky dogs into my car and to the vet's while Molly refused to pee in a container for them. Anyone could see the blood she was trying to pee out. No question of her problem.

I got lucky. The vet agreed to do it. I just had to agree to get a container of Molly's pee some time in the next two weeks. In a week, I will be unable to do it. Let's all wish the child luck in getting a container of pee from a dog who will not cooperate.

Molly has had one antibiotic so far, and already has cut down to peeing maybe once an hour; sometimes two hours. She slept most of the day otherwise, is eating fine, and hasn't urped again. She will be fine :)

I need a nap.