Plan: Go to sleep early, be rested and refreshed ready to get up and go learn how to save lives. Woo!
Reality: Couldn’t sleep. Hmm.
Got to sleep somewhere around midnight, so not TOO much later than I was aiming for, but since I had to be up at 6 (gah, even EARLIER than I have to be up for work…) well, I function better with more than 6 hours of sleep, y’know?
But, did finally pass out. Only to be awoken by a loud BOOM followed by a bark bark bark bark bark at … 4? I’m not sure, really. I then spent the rest of the night half spooning/half holding the dog down. My hand was doing triple-duty — one, keeping her pokey ear closed to muffle the booming. two, holding her head down (not pushing down, just holding — she was comfortable, and more relaxed than if she’d been sitting up & alert). three, ear scritches.
It’s a little hard to sleep when you have a spooked dog curled up with you.
Turns out, my dog? Smarter than she looks. She very quickly associated the flash with the thunder. At first, the flash didn’t bother her — I take enough pictures of her for her to be used to that. But before too long, she was jumping at both. Damn.
The biggest downside? I love lightning… but comforting a panicked dog is more important than sitting with my face smooshed against the window yelling “Again! Again!”
So, I’m awake, dressed, half prettified… and exhausted. Damn.
Gah, more thunder. Bark bark bark.
My mother just asked me what redeeming qualities she has… well, is dog. Does not NEED redeeming qualities.
Liam also made sure he kept me informed that the sky was falling. Again. And again. And again.
Pets are such a joy.