So Mom walked Oliver very early...

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... somewhere around 5:30, 5:45, I'd imagine... and then got back into bed (awake) while he ran into my room and started panting. I heard him before 6am, but I didn't acknowledge him until about seven minutes to. I finally got up and went to Mom, not knowing she was up, and she said, "We went out. He seemed like he had to go. He's probably just hungry."

-_- Look, I know he's my dog and all, but I was sleeping. I was sleeping well. You could've fed him. I wouldn't have bitten your hand off. And you're on vacation, you have nowhere to go and no need to concentrate on anything today.

So anyway, now I'm exhausted again because I got yanked out of sleep the way I did. Blah.