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Puppy Sleeps Through Night. Owner\’s Worldview Drastically Improved

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By Eulalia Benejam Cobb

Would you call midnight to 5:55 a.m. “sleeping through the night”? You would if, like me, you\’d been getting no more than three or four hours of sleep at a time for weeks.

Everything Macbeth said about sleep is right on the mark. I got up this morning and felt that the raveled sleeve of each day\’s care had been definitely knitted up.

It\’s amazing how affable and rational—how Zen, even–I can be when I\’ve had some uninterrupted sleep. Lexi and Wolfie snack on the garden compost before breakfast—well, they\’re dogs, aren\’t they? Bisou insists, for the second time in ten minutes, that she must go outside—she\’s a puppy, what do I expect? The hens, healthy and fat, are still not laying—they\’re just late bloomers. They\’ll lay when the time is right.

I could describe in detail what I\’m like on the mornings when, having been awakened by Bisou at three a.m., it takes me until four thirty to fall asleep, only to have the alarm clock ring at seven. But I won\’t. Suffice it to say that I can be seen creeping about the kitchen like Quasimodo, in full-blown existential angst, feeling sorry for myself and wondering what I\’ve done to deserve all this.

Here\’s the header on a website on puppy training I came across recently:
“ \’It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.\’ Charles Dickens must have had a puppy.”

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