Zilla was up to shenanigans last night. Four times my husband took him out and he didn't do anything. My husband was reading downstairs and then Zilla would try to get up the stairs to whine at me. When he made it I'd wake up, and tell him to get up on the bed. Zilla would get up on the bed and when I'd wake up later he'd be by the bed whining again. My husband tried using a clothes gift box and a suitcase to keep him from getting up the stairs.
I started reading Dog by Michelle Herman last night and all I can think of is that Zilla picked up on the vibe in the beginning of the book when Phil is only a few weeks old.
It's been raining since yesterday so now I'm tired and have to go back to work. Blech!