Sad puppy is sad; tired Socchan is tired

Today I was woken up twice before my alarm went off by the Saddest, Loneliest Dog in the World (AKA Molly when no one's there to pay attention to her). Either I had neglected to close the door to the stairs completely last night, or she followed someone (most likely Dad) downstairs while they went to do laundry. The first time was roughly two hours before my alarm, and after hearing her whimpering pathetically outside my firmly closed door, I greeted her and managed to usher her back upstairs.

...Only for her to return to my door an hour later, just as sad and pathetic and unloved as before, begging to be let in. This time I let her nap on the bed with me, partly because I'm not a heartless monster, and partly because there's only so much I can do in the face of that much stubborn, and I wanted to at least try to get that last hour of sleep before work.

She woke me a final time a mere five minutes before my alarm went off, but by then she was definitely not the Saddest, Loneliest Dog in the World, so it doesn't count towards her previous total.