What a day yesterday was!! I had checked the weather before going to bed and noticed quite the line of storms coming through Texas, but since it looked like the storms were dissipating, I paid it no mind when I went to bed.
At about 6:45 in the morning, I was woken by a large body leaping into the bed with me. Sure enough, moments later a huge clap of thunder and not only was my bed bouncing with my boy's panting but it was also shaking under the force of his shivers of fear. Oh yes, you readers who know us know exactly who jumped into bed with me so early in the morning!
My poor baby Jethro! Would you imagine that 105 lbs of dog could be so afraid? The poor boy shook that bed so hard that it made the headboard thump against the wall. He was scared to death. I tried to go back to sleep, but his panting and shivering was moving the bed so violently that I started to get sick to my stomach! So Jethro and I moved into the living room where I settled on the couch and he pressed himself up against the couch on the floor. There was still shaking but not so much. The next clap of thunder brought a white streak from the bedroom and Lily firmly planted herself underneath said couch.
All in all, the storms passed by noon and we were able to go about the rest of our day in a somewhat normal manner. Zach and I had spent the evening watching television-- yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the death of Frank Sinatra so TCM was playing some of his best films-- and so I hadn't been on my computer lately. About 10:30 when Zach got into bed, I saw the radar on my desktop and noticed another line headed our way.
Surely enough, those storms came through and I was up until 2 in the morning with Jethro! There are a few options: you can either let him alone in which case he will plant himself in front of our bedroom door and drool all over himself and leave a nice wet puddle on the floor that will take a day at least to dry. Or you can let him in the bed- but I've already told you how that goes. The final option is to take him out of the bedroom and let him climb up on the couch with you and squash himself up against you and shiver and whine. I chose the last choice.
I'm sure it seems so silly to some people, to sit up late with my dog, but you have no idea how utterly pittiful the little (not so little) angel is when there's a storm. He also has the tendency to hyperventilate, which I must admit, scares me to death. He's so pathetic, and it just pulls at your heart strings. It's so sad, because the poor thing is so terrified and you just can't explain it to him, you can't tell him that you won't let anything happen to him. So I sit with him, I lay on him and I pet him and tell him it's okay. Lord knows, I will be well practiced if our future children are afraid of thunderstorms!!
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poor babies!!! when i left for work this morning, neither of my dogs would even get out of my bed to say goodbye to me. each of them had taken over a pillow and were completely content with being a big ole baby, in my bed none the less. we spoil them rotten!
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