My dog, DeeOhGee, is giving it every ounce of effort to crawl inside my skin right now; it is thundering and lightning like Noah's trying to make up for lost time, and DeeOhGee is deathly afraid of any loud noises, particularly thunder. She weighs 35 lbs and isn't exactly a lap dog, and at 8 years old, you'd think she'd be a little more used to rain by now, especially here in the deep south, but each thunder roll makes her cringe. (In fact, she never even barked the entire first year we had her and I wasn't sure she knew how to bark until one day, someone came to the door and pounded on it, scaring me. I didn't know the guy and I wouldn't go to the door, and he pounded it harder and harder, as if he was angry, and all of a sudden, she WOOFED this deep, baritone WOOF, and scared the guy away. Of course, she also scared herself so much, she ran the other direction as if to get away from that crazy woofing sound and it took me an hour to find her hiding under our bed.)
I guess her fear comes from having been abandoned by someone -- Carl found her on a job years ago and she was obviously someone's former pet, but it was also obvious that she'd been beaten and was scared silly of everything. I doubt she would have survived if Carl hadn't adopted her on the spot.
It looks like it's going to rain for a few more hours; I suspect she's going to end up sleeping on the foot of our bed, even though I usually don't let her do that (she wiggles and snores so much, I can't sleep). But it's either that or listen to her crying all night, which I just cannot bear, it breaks my heart.
Posted by toni at February 5, 2004 01:49 AM