Seventh Day snarls

Well, I had a first this morning, and although I'm a bit pissed ...I'm just not sure who I'm pissed AT! When it came around the time last night to take the Zeke-ums for his final walk for the night, we noticed the noise of running water, and looked out the window, and sure enough ...it was raining cats and dogs outside! Not sure where the storm snuck in from, but it was something else!

Well, Zeke didn't show much interest in going out, and Mom and I certainly had no interest in getting wet. The goober has been exceptional about being able to hold it for the entire six years I've had him, and he's NEVER had an accident, so I just didn't think much of it.

About a quarter till six this morning, I heard a little whine at the end of the bed. I patted the bed, and told him to come on up ...but he stayed silent and didn't hop up, so I just drifted back to sleep. About 30 min later, I heard another whine ...but once again, there was no real reaction when I spoke to him. Generally, he'll at least hop up on the bed and lick my hand or something if he needs to go out...

...about 5 minutes later, I heard the sound of a dog peeing. That sound wakes one up pretty dang quick!!! I scolded him mildly; he stopped and I took him to the back door and let him out. He's well over eight years old, and he had been in the house for over 12 hours ...so I really don't have anyone but myself to blame for it dammit. His utter lack of remorse about it kind of makes me wonder though; generally when he does something bad, he's just so danged "cringy" you'd think he had been beat up or something. Rotten little guy!

The cig cravings are still fairly strong, but they're getting better I think. I'm still not having any real lack of confidence about seeing this through this time. Tomorrow I'll go see Seb again, and I guess we'll just have to see if I can handle any beer or not. I think most of the time, avoiding beer at least for a month or so has always been for the best.

like I NEED any more temptation!