OK...yes, it's true. I'll admit it. I'm "someone." I was ansty and I kept Mom up last night. She even had to take me out to potty at 12:30 a.m. and again at 4:30 a.m. And then I was still awake and antsy after that. I even messed around in bed, burrowing myself under the blankets.
This morning when we got out of bed, Mom realized just why she was cold and why I was so antsy... Our thermostat said it was only 51 degrees in our house! Brrrrrrr! And the thermostat was set so it was supposed to be that cold, too!
How on earth did the heat get turned down so low? We have a theory. Meet the culprit:
That's right. It's a squeaky toy.
See, Mom and I play fetch in our hallway. This is me waiting for Mom to throw the toy:
Yeah, I run ahead and stand there and wait. Anyway, our thermostat is on the wall in the hallway.
Last night when we were playing fetch, Mom tossed the squeaky and it bonked the thermostat. She didn't think to check the thermostat, though, to be sure it was o.k. It was just a light-weight, plush squeaky, right?
Wrong answer. The squeaky turned the thermostat dial when it bonked it, and that's how the thermostat was set to be 51 degrees!
Mom will certainly check the thermostat from now on after any squeakies hit it. And I really hope she improves her squeaky-throwing aim anyway so that no more toys end up hitting the thermostat.
It's been much warmer in here since we got that fixed.
But I'm still going to take my own M&M blankie to bed tonight, just in case!
