I have a new profession of making trips to the bathroom during the night. It's my new vocation in life. I wear myself out and no longer scoff at my parent's generation who used chamber pots, even though I don't think I could use them myself. When there is one Shi Tzsu on the bed, I can make the trip, return, lift the mosquito net and face minimal puppy excitement before claiming my position and struggling with the sheet. When there are two Shi Tzsus on the bed, one of them is determined to follow, prompting her sister to do likewise. This poses a problem, in that while I am spending a penny or two, or simply 'tile-gazing', the puppies grow impatient and return to the bed, then to me.
The Machinist appears, blinking at the kitchen light
Machinist: What are you doing up, Babe?
Me: the usual...
Machinist: Thats it. These dogs are going to be outside in a kennel tomorrow night...
Me: why, what happened?
Machinist: I can't afford to be woken every night like this. Nor can you.
Me: What is it?
Machinist: I was in a deep sleep, then suddenly, the mozzie net came crashing down. One dog under, one dog on top. They're gonna have to go out!
Me: ok (chuckling and making a dash for the bathroom)