Bobby & Sully pup chronicles. The night I refused to sleep.

Bobby’s Diary 🐾

Dear Diary,

Last night, I made a very important decision: sleep is for suckers. Not a creature was stirring, not even a cat—so obviously it was up to me to provide the entertainment.

All the toys were neatly placed on my bed like they were begging to be destroyed. I launched myself onto the bed like a furry cannonball. First victim: the octopus. I shook it with the power of a hurricane. Nothing. Nobody came to applaud. Rude. Next: the sloth, the sheep, and finally, my mighty dragon. I gave them the performance of a lifetime. Still no audience. What’s the point of greatness if it goes unrecognized?

Clearly, it was time to up my game. Shoes. The lady’s shoes. Jackpot. I paraded one proudly into the living room. Sniff sniff—yep, definitely hers. Victory! But then the lady appeared, hair like a tumbleweed, eyes squinty. She said, “Bobby, it’s late, we have to be up at 5am. Go to bed.”

Excuse me? Did she not see my show? “Wanna play?” I asked with my tail. She left. Back to bed. Unbelievable.

At 3:30 AM, I woke up bored out of my fuzzy skull. Solution? Wake up my brother, Sully. I launched myself onto him like a freight train. BAM! He whined. I was impressed with myself. Then—uh oh—footsteps. The lady again. She did not clap. She did not laugh. She did not say, “What a clever boy!” Instead, she sat down, scooped me up, and said, “Leave your brother alone.” But then she cuddled me. Okay fine, that part was nice. Chest rubs. Oh yeah, you know I like that.

4:00 AM. Tragedy struck. I realized I was starving. My stomach was collapsing in on itself. My obituary would read: Beloved pup. Taken too soon. Cause of death: no midnight snack. I barked in the lady’s face. Barked again. Barked LOUDER. She finally staggered up, let me outside, and filled my bowl. Crisis averted. Barely.

4:30 AM. Alone outside. The moon was pretty, but loneliness hit me like a chew toy to the heart. So I invented howling. “Awoooooo!” Genius. Within moments, the door opened. The lady sighed, “Okay, Bobby, come back in.

5:00 AM. I was finally asleep, victorious and full. Then—BEEP BEEP BEEP—the alarm went off. Lights on. The lady chirped, “Time to get up for the day!” …Excuse me? Absolutely not. I stuck my head deep into the bed, She gave me the look. Diary, I have never seen such a look.

Note to self: maybe give the lady some space today.