Keiki moves upstairs

It isn't all glitter and rainbows. Puppy training is a job. HEY! Ask me why I was so freaking tired yesterday...CUZ I GOT LESS THAN THREE HOURS OF SLEEP Thursday!

A. We went to the hockey game and that was a hoot. They lost, really hard--so there was no Over Time and we left. We got to bed at a vaguely appropriate time. EXCEPT...
B. When we got home we woke up Keiki. She wanted to play. That was cool for about ten minutes but then it was bedtime. EXCEPT...
oh no... there was a breach in protocol. She cried, she cried and cried and cried. Loudly and with much despondent drama. She finally fell asleep for about two hours. She woke back up at 5am. UGH. #crate #consistent #firm I won. (I think.)
C. I sincerely tried to nap in the afternoon and very nearly fell asleep once but then the Schwans dude came and it was a lost cause.  Friday, I went to bed at 8pm.

Previously on LOST, she had been very good in the crate. Izzy had invited her in and that was fine. Another couple of successful nights downstairs, and then Z. thought he might invite her into his room. Except she had the farts. So he vetoed that idea. INSERT SADDEST PUPPY IN THE WORLD.

After the Thursday night FAIL he decided to get the Febreeze on Friday; rather than torture everyone else in the pack with plaintive puppy pontificating and everyone slept peacefully all night last night.  Keiki slept on the cat bed next to the space heater in Z's room. It was very humorous. I am sure the cats were not amused but they were on Z's bed anyway so honestly, they had to abstain from casting a vote.

It has been decided that Keiki can sleep in Z's room (on her new appropriately sized doggo bed) but the crate stays downstairs and in effect for when she needs her own space or we leave the house.