I don't know how anyone does it — raise kids, that is. Any time I get the slightest taste of what it's like, I am in complete awe. Last night, for example. My dog was sick — not in any tragic way, but in a normal dog way. He probably ate something in the back yard, or drank water from the pond — who knows. Anyway it was enough to give him an upset stomach with a case of the runs all night.
Now, he's an incredibly good dog. He never once left a mess — instead, he woke me up to let me know he had to go out. A lot. In fact, it seemed that every time I fell into a deep sleep, he appeared at the side of the bed, panting in my face and pawing at the blanket. (I did hear him try it once or twice with my partner, but she's practically unconscious when she sleeps.)
Finally, about the 4th or 5th time this happened, I remembered in my sleepy stupor that the vet had told me once that you can give dogs a small amount of Pepto Bismal. So into the bathroom we went, and let me tell you, it's no easy task to give a spoonful of medicine to a 60 pound dog at 2:30 in the morning.
That did the trick and he was able to settle down. Of course, as soon as I started to fall asleep again, the cat began picking at closet door.
How do you do it?