Home Care for Ben

Ben's healed well during the last week. With all the attention and fussing, he's also more spoiled now - and I didn't even think that was possible.

Last night, he was up at 1:00 a.m. - needed a drink. After unsuccessfully trying cheese, crackers and canadian bacon to coax him back into his crate, I finally got him back in bed at 1:30 a.m. with a piece of rotisserie chicken. Up again at 3:30 a.m. - had to poo. (Ben had to poo.) I went straight to rotisserie chicken to get him back into his crate this time - quite pleased with myself because it worked like a freakin' charm - quickly back to bed at 4:00 a.m. UP AGAIN at 5:00 a.m. - I'm thinking is he doing this just to see if he can get me out of bed again? He faked that he needed another drink and ran right to the fridge for his rotisserie chicken treat. Hmmmm, interesting. It appears as though I have done a great job training him to wake up every hour and a half. I'd give myself a treat of rotisserie chicken, but I'll need it tonight.

So of course, he's completely exhausted this morning - all he can do is sleep. What a cute little brat.