He didn't wake me up BUT he woke Max up. Now Max is whining to go out. I ignore him.
At 5:30 I can't ignore anymore and get up to take him outside. He is out there for 10 minutes and I think he's done his business so I let him back in.
I realize he had an accident in his crate so I'm cleaning that up when he disappears into my office. I run to him to find him taking a dump on the floor. I yell NOOOO and pick him up and carry him outside to the kennel where I leave him.
Back inside to clean up the deposit in my office and to finish cleaning the crate. (All before 6am)
Look outside to find Max sitting on the deck looking in the window. The little shit got out of the kennel somehow.
I'm perplexed - he can't go underneath in any spot (concrete pavers) so how did he get out? I find a spot where the wire is separated just enough for a 24 pound dog to wiggle through.
He's back inside in his now clean crate and I need to find some wire to go fix the kennel before I take a shower and go to work. What a start to my day.
Oh and the husband who woke up at 5am to use the bathroom that started this chain of events? Yeah he's sleeping soundly. Lucky bum.
I really wish I could go back to bed and just start over.