Sorry for the lite posting, but: new job and new job structure at work; lots going behind the scenes in blogging; lots going on in preparing for Blog World Expo; rewiring house and doing upgrades; and, yard and garden work. Legalize cloning now please…
Right now, I’m tired and I blame part of it on my magic fingers mattress. Nope, I didn’t buy one but now have one courtesy of Jenny. You see, Jenny is brave and a mighty hunter—but is quite terrified of thunder, gunshots, and other loud booms. Her terror is such that if it is night time, I put her up on the bed with me and she huddles against me. She doesn’t want to be held, but wants simply to press against me.
Pressed against me, she then trembles to the point that her 35 pounds causes the mattress to vibrate. Not a small vibration either, but a strong movement that reminds me of the old magic finger beds that used to be in motels. She then engages in pre-emptive kissing up, tongue-flicking the air and Dog above and when there is no response she often turns and begins kissing up to me to make it all stop. Between the shaking and the random application of a wet, cold tongue it means for a less-than-restful night. She is so scared that I figure I will come home one day when there’s been a sudden thunderstorm and find that her heart has just given out, for when she is next to me it thuds so hard it isn’t funny and is going 90-to-nothing.
Yes, I do dope her when I know there is going to be bad weather, fireworks, or such. Problem is, I can’t do that all the time (though it can be tempting on occasion). We had an even money chance of no thunderstorms last night, had them, and same again today—had them. I did hit her with a hefty dose of melatonin, but didn’t hit her with the hard stuff since it looked like it might miss us.
BTW, I can always tell when the thuderstorms are past at night: Jenny gets down off the bed and returns to the nest she has created at the foot of my bed. This is where she feels she should be, her proper place in my room. Not at my side, but at my feet. Yes, I do find it touching, and reassuring.
More soon, I promise. Wait, I really mean it this time! Really. Honest.
LW
who notes that for a dog who is now 11 (if not a bit older), going blind, and with “crunchies” in her hips, she gets around quite well and still acts like a puppy when we play in the yard…
