
Rex and I are sleep-deprived today. It's all because the hay is making the horse cough. I can't sleep when the horse coughs. Every hack and wheeze reverberates all through my body. It doesn't help to turn on the radio or wear earplugs or clap a pillow over my head. I can still feel him coughing.
Meanwhile, Zoe, the 16-year-old border collie cross, is doing her usual 2 a.m. pacing around the downstairs, toenails clicking on the wood floor, around and around the living room. Rex has taken to sleeping in the Barc-0-lounger so he can let her out when necessary without having to climb down the ladder from the loft. This happens at least three times between midnight and 5 a.m.
In addition, every time a snowflake flutters to the ground, or the horse coughs, the shih tzus wake up, race through the doggie door and begin barking in stereo. This sometimes wakes up the roosters, who crow enthusiastically even in the dead of night. Rex calls the shih tzus in, blocks the doggie door, goes back to the b-o-lounger. The shih tzus then start slamming themselves rhythmically against the gate that keeps them in the kitchen.
Rex puts the shih tzus in their crate and latches the door. Everything seems peaceful and calm, and I almost dare to try to go back to sleep. Then, in the stillness, Zoe gives a short, sharp bark from the porch, signaling she wants to come back in. She'll bark like this at measured intervals until Rex gets up and lets her in.
He'll settle down again, and then a cat starts scratching in the litter box. Our cats really get into this activity, sometimes for a half-hour straight. It drives Rex insane.
By now I'm about to line up every animal we have here and mow them down with an AK-47. I'm sure Rex is, too.
I think if we can just find some hay that doesn't make the horse cough (we've changed his name, btw, to Mr. Coughee), I can sleep though all this other stuff. If not, at least you'll now know why I'm looking hung over all the time these days.