Please don’t even think about suggesting I start going to bed earlier.
At 10:00 p.m. I pulled the covers up to the hairs I’d missed while plucking my chiny, chin, chin, with the clock/alarm set for 6:00 a.m. That should have resulted in a solid eight hours of sleep.
You see, it began raining around 2:00 a.m. More importantly for my sleeping purposes, it began to thunder around the same time. Once that started my chances to continue sleeping dropped to a giant zero.
Don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t the thunder that kept me awake. Rather, it was my Jack Russell Terrier. The thunder was low enough that, left to snore in peace, I could (and would) have slept through the whole thing.
However, my dog Scout’s barking was impossible to sleep through or even just ignore.
Lucky me, his ode to thunder continued pretty much nonstop until around 4:00 a.m. despite entreaties, shouts and threats from yours truly.
He was intent on telling the thunder that it was trespassing on his domain and that if it had any sense at all, it would run from all 20 lbs of him in abject fear.
As I mentioned above, it only took Scout a couple of hours to convince last night’s thunder that he meant business. So, as far as my dog is concerned, he won this latest round, just as he’s won all those in the past. After all, eventually that cowardly blowhard, thunder, always gives up and moves on.
Something I’d like to do—without Scout—next time it starts to rain and thunder.
HOW ABOUT YOU, WHAT QUIRKS HAVE PETS THAT YOU’VE KNOWN DISPLAYED? NOT JUST DURING STORMS BUT AT ANY TIME, FOR WHATEVER REASON, WHETHER DURING DAY OR NGHT. A FREE COPY OF MY DEBUT NOVEL, MRS. GOODFELLER WILL BE RANDOMLY AWARDED TO ONE PERSON WHO LEAVES A COMMENT BELOW BEFORE THE NEXT WRITERSPACE BLOG IS POSTED.