Goat Dog

I feel like crap today because I was up all night with my baby....I mean dog. Louie is the biggest handful of a dog that has ever lived, I swear. He's a lovable little guy, but some days (and nights) I curse the day we ever brought him home! Joe and I like to equate him to Marley from "Marley and Me", except in miniature form. Just like the book and movie, our "Marley" aka Louie, is the biggest pain in the butt sometimes, but we still love him to death.

Last night was one of those nights where I thought to myself, "WHY?!
You see, Louie likes to pretend he is a goat and eat blankets on our bed. Yes, he EATS them. Luckily we have an arsenal of 'dog' blankets that cover our comforter to protect it from doggie dirt. Last night I awoke to a lovely chewing and licking noise which usually alerts me that the "goat" is up and is eating away. Usually after he chews he starts gagging on the blanket that is half chewed and hanging in his throat. So last night I kept telling him "NO!" and I took the small blanket off of the bed that he was chewing. Then the licking started, I don't know if he had something caught in his throat or he was thirsty or what, but he just kept on licking everything. Licking and gagging and being annoying! I couldn't sleep because it was so loud and I was trying to get him to quit and he just wouldn't. Eventually I picked him up and put him down on the floor and told him to go get a drink of water....thinking maybe he was thirsty?? Once he was on the floor, probably a little confused, he decided to wander and pace around the apartment. I could hear his little nails tap, tap, tapping as he walked around wondering what he was supposed to do now. I eventually had to get up, get him to drink some water and then I put him back in bed.

To make a long story short he was gagging and licking all night until the morning. Joe was sound asleep and I was awake all night. What a crazy boy. He's our little goat.