Thwarted

Last night, B and I had our long-awaited apointment with The Animal Behavioralist.

(Well, it was probably just long-awaited for us, since the rest of you aren't living in our house with Demon Dog. In short: Stewie, B's dog, and now my dog - kinda - is having adjustment issues because I've moved in. These have taken the form of aggression, and, in one instance, him treating my arm like it was 'made outta ham'. 90% of the time, Stew and I are buddies. The other 10%? Mortal enemies. )

Part of the 'Behavior Modification Plan' is that Stewie is no longer allowed to sleep in our bed. (Duh.) So last night, we successfully maneuvered him into the kitchen, put the gate up, and decided to go to bed early, the bonus being that our sleep would not be disturbed by Stew climbing all over us during the night as he usually does.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Around 4:22 am (ok, not around, at exactly 4:22 am) we were both jolted awake by the sound of the heater in our bedroom. This was very disturbing as one has to manually turn the heat on, and neither of us had done so.

Which left us, at 4:22 am, lying awake and wondering if the apartment was suddenly inhabited by some kind of heat-seeking poltergeist. And then remaining awake as the room became overly warm with no way of turning the heat off.

Very simply, a good night's sleep - is it possible? Me and my New Year's Resolution need to know.