There was a big windstorm here last night. Our house, being 150 years old, makes a lot of noise in the wind, but not so much as The Dog does. She's afraid of storms and wants to be with us. Problem is, storms usually come at night, and we don't let her in the bedroom.First she'll camp out in front of the bedroom door. Then, when she gets scared enough, she'll start to scratch at the door and whine. Being 80lbs of pure muscle, this is starting to do a number on the custom-made door.
In the past one of us has gone out and slept on the couch for a little while, but last night we caved. We doggie-proofed the bedroom as much as we could in a couple minutes, brought in the dog bed, and let her sleep in there.
The Husband slept like a stone. I spent all night wondering just what she was licking. Apparently she grooms herself a lot more than I ever realized. Or maybe it was just because of the scary weather. But she was remarkably well-behaved all night.
Of course, we'll see how tonight goes…
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