Todd's Right

The end of a very busy, long and exhausting week came yesterday.  Carl and I both went to bed shortly after dinner last evening, and didn't let the dogs out one last time.  At about 3:30 this morning, I was awakened by Todd, sitting next to me on the bed.  We've been allowing him to sleep outside his crate at night because of his spending days inside one while we're at work. But his ears were back--A sure sign that something was wrong and on his mind.  I started talking to him and he sheepishly stretched out, rolled onto his back and started with his cacophony of sounds, telling me about what was bothering him. I knew exactly what Todd was saying.  I got up, (noting that he wasn't following me) and I found 'what' he was talking about.  I didn't say anything, but just cleaned up his little accident.  I went back to the bedroom, and there Todd sat, on the corner of the bed, ears still back, looking at me, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't gone to bed early..."  Todd likes it when he's right...