14-hours of Rocco Hell

Yesterday was a bad Rocco day.
I went home at lunch as I usually do so Rocco and Molly can have a potty break. We let them out separately for potty breaks. If they are outside together, Rocco thinks it's play time and terrorizes poor Molly, tugging at her ears and nipping her.
So I let Rocco out first. He sniffed around for the pear-eating-squirrel, then picked up something up in his mouth and started running around the yard in his play-with-me manner.
I think to myself, "What can he possible be playing with?".
So I checked.
Ugh.
It was dog poop.
I chose not to document this event.
You can thank me later.

After work I went home to change my clothes as I was meeting a friend for an early dinner.
I discovered that Rocco had taken my plastic hair clip and a tube of Blistex lip balm that were on the kitchen island and chewed them to pieces.

Granted it was my fault for leaving for them there. But he hasn't actually taken anything off the counter in awhile, so I thought maybe he was growing out of that stage.
Apparently not.

Then last night I was in bed, sound asleep.
SOUND ASLEEP.
My husband came to bed at 1:40am with his shadow, Rocco, who is too big to sleep in our bed, but can't be more than 5-inches away from my husband at any given moment.
Five minutes later it started.
You know how on those fishing shows on TV, when they reel in a fish and it hits the floor of the boat, how it flops around like crazy?
That was Rocco. Flopping his 100+ lb body around, trying to get comfortable.
And I mean FLOPPING like a fish out of water. Of course my husband slept thru it.

At 2am, I had fallen back asleep, and then awoke with a start. Rocco was standing on my side of the bed, staring at me with his "Helloooooo, I have to go outside" look.
I tried to ignore him, but there is no ignoring Rocco. Mostly because (not getting the response from me that he wanted) he started to nudge me with his nose. Hard.
So at 2am, I had to get up and let him outside. That means that I, too, was outside with him at 2am, making sure he didn't bark and wake the neighbors.

And that's when I saw it.

Yep, a full moon. It all made complete sense now.
Rocco's crazy day and night must have been caused by the lunar effects of a full moon!
Or should I say HOPEFULLY caused by the full moon?
Oh PLEASE let it be the effects of the moon.