As M exhaustedly got up at 3am to be into work at 5am, little did he know that he would be spending the majority of his time with Sam, outside, frantically trying to convince him that peeing out there was a good idea. Only to have him go on the livingroom rug. You see Sam has decided that he kind of likes it in the house and if he never has to go outside again, that would be just fine with him. Right now he is quite contendly sleeping under my desk after being awake all night howling. Yes that means that we were also awake all night. Is it wrong that I am happy that the kids are home this week so they can wear this little fucker out?