He's Up for Adoption

I can no longer sleep through the entire night without a little assisstance. I grew tired of laying awake at night and starring at the ceiling, all while listening to my husband snore and sleep peacefully.This started about a year or two ago. My mom suggested I take a Tylenol PM in the evening. I didn't want to become dependent on any type of sleep aid, but I had to eventually give in.
This was working fine until I got a puppy. Now, my husband or I have to get up once or twice during the night to put him outside for a potty break. I'm starting to get used to this madness however. Everyone tells me it will get better as he gets older.

My husband is away at at a conference right now, so for the first time I have to deal with the puppy and his needs alone. I went to bed early (9:30) so I could get up and get an early start on my assignments. Lance didn't give me any problems about going into his crate for the evening. I think he wore himself out barking at the sound of each car he heard, thinking it might be my husband coming home. Anyway, Lance woke up about 12:30 a.m. I got up, went down stairs, and put him outside. When I brought him back inside and put him back in his crate, he barked continuously for about 45 minutes. Again, I think he was upset because he hadn't seen my husband. Tired and weiry, I gave in and let him out of his crate. Happily, he jumped up onto the foot of my bed and settled in for the night. I then popped another Tylenol PM. That's the last thing I remember until 7:30 a.m.

I panicked when I saw the time because my husband faithfully takes Lance out at 5 a.m. each morning. Lord knows I didn't want him to wake up and have another accident on my off white carpet (Lord why did I get a dog?) I scooped Lance up and ran him outside for his potty break. We made it in time.

I stayed up, fed Lance, and made myself some breakfast. I realized I was still very groggy though (probally from the 12:30 pill). I decided I needed a little more sleep and I would then start my classwork. The dog had been so good over night, I decided to leave him out of his crate once again and allow him to sleep at the foot of my bed while I napped. When I awakened for the second time, I found the little angel was sleeping peacefully. "Okay Lance, you probally have to go to potty" I said to him as I grabbed him. I don't let him walk downstairs because I don't want him to detour before I have a chance to get him outside.

When we got to the bottom of the steps I was stopped dead in my tracks. There were things everywhere from one end of my living room and dining room to the other. I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a pair of chewed up shoes, one of my favorite plants torn to shreds, papers ripped to pieces, dirty laundry pulled from the laundry bag that I hadn't taken all the way to the basement, and dog toys everywhere. It was just one large mess!

Oh my God! This devildog must have gotten out of the bedroom while I was napping. This is it! I've had it. I could just hear my husband telling me it was my fault because I left the little pooch unattended though. I don't care. He has to go. Is there anyone out there that wants an adorable little Yorki ??? I can sneak him to you when my husband's not looking. Call me...