Last night Isaac's incessant pacing was worse than ever, despite leaving a light on, leaving a radio on, giving him a bedtime snack, and giving him some valerian.
At three o'clock, having noticed that he had eaten four cups of kibble since I went to bed, I decided I better let him outside for a few moments. Since I had successfully slept for a grand total of about one hour, I crawled onto the couch while I waited for him to do his business.
I fell into a dead sleep, from which I awoke at 5:30. Poor Isaac was frantically licking the back door (yes, he and Michael have that trait in common) trying to get back in - one chilly, lonely dog who hates the dark.
So now I can add guilt to my fatigue. Isaac, what are we going to do with you?????