No one sleeps if CrazyDog doesn't sleep. And CrazyDog doesn't sleep unless H is here. If I confine her to the bedroom, she barks. Forever. Will not wear out. If I let her have run of the house, she cannot stand it when I sleep. I get the left hook---you all remember the famous left hook, right? She wakes me roughly, stares into my face and says "Dad's not home. Why aren't you worried?" I tell her it's okay, but she will have no part of it.
And if I wander into the mostly dark kitchen in the middle of the night, only to find that damned stuffed mouse, that looks for freakin' real with the long tail and all, the one that belongs to D's kitties, I am seriously not going to make it. I will eventually have a heart attack right on the spot.