07/30/2025
Every night. Same routine. Same song and dance.
I get all the dogs kenneled. Blankets fluffed. Toys in place. Everyone fed. Water topped off. Peace has finally settled over the house.
And then—there it is.
The single whine.
Not a bark. Not a howl. Just one long, slow, emotional whiiiiiiiiine like they’ve just been wronged on a deep, personal level.
I don’t even have to look. I know exactly who it is. The one who had extra snuggles, extra food, and tried to fake a limp earlier for sympathy.
And suddenly I’m leaning next to there bed, whisper-yelling “You are fine” like a tired mom with five kids in a Walmart checkout line. Which I am! Except now the kids have fur. Lol
Of course, the other dogs look at me like, “Are we supposed to whine too? Is this a thing now?” And that’s when I know it’s time to put on the fan, shut the door, and let the drama queen work it out.
Every dog in this house knows the routine. But there’s always one with a flair for theatrics.
And honestly? I kind of respect it.
