...or should I say lack of it. I never realised how much hard work having an elderly dog would be. I am even more convinced that Jasper has dementia setting in. He wakes up several times a night, asks to go out to the toilet, I let him out and he stands and stares into space for what appears to be hours but of course its probably only a minute or two, he then wee's..... comes through the back door stares and then poo's much to my annoyance. I do try to be patient with him as I know its not his fault but clearing up after him at 2, 4, 5 a.m. is not my idea of fun. I cannot remember the last time I slept right through the night. Its a good job I love the old boy dearly.
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