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Last night we had more parenting preparation. 

Matt came home from the gym to find that Mason had somehow been able to reach the bag of soft tortilla wraps left on the counter…  and he had eaten the contents of the bag – which contained about 8 full sized wraps.  The plastic was left under the Christmas tree.

So needless to say, Mason was in the dog house – literally.  He knew he had done wrong and had to go for a lay down in his crate.  Dogs really do remember what they’ve done wrong – for a short time anyhow…

And of course, Mason woke up in the middle of the night not feeling very well.  This time at 2:30am, with an emergency run for the back door.  I heard him jump off our bed, so I knew what was coming.  Luckily he just went out, did his thing, and came back in, without exploring the whole back yard like he normally does. 

Then he did the thing that annoys me the most – he stood beside the bed, with his head resting on the mattress, waiting to be told that he could jump on the bed.  But for some reason he wouldn’t come up – he kept resting his head – staring at me.   I had to eventually pull him up so I could get some sleep. 

Oh Mason – what a dog.