Monday, July 01, 2013
On Saturday night we had the most amazing lightning storm for about 3.5 hrs. The thunder would roll and then the lightning would roll over and over. Normally I would probably sleep right through this but at the start our smaller dog started to try to jump on the bed with me. I might have just let her come up but I am not too trusting of this kind of behavior as she might just have peed on the bed in her anxiety. So just a lot of warning to stay down but this was not working. Finally I went to the spare bed in DH's office and crawled in taking her with me. This did not work either. She just roamed up, down, under the covers, over the covers, off the bed and back on. There was no help for it. So I got up and she just sat shaking at my feet while I read my book with a cup of herbal tea to slake my thirst. The next day Ceasar produced a blog on this very subject and it turns out you have to produce avoidance of this in your dog. In Mexico when we got sick and tired of this behavior in our friend's dog we attached her to the table leg with her leash and went back to sleep. Turns out that was the right thing to do. Catering to their anxiety just reinforces this nonsense.
On Sunday two friends and I decided to take a 6 km. hike. There is a route we want our 5 dogs to know starting out from our homes to a point and turn around and back to home. If a difficult dog takes off to hunt on its own we want them to know how to get back home, the route that is. So we started out and it was a magnificent day, sunny, warm and just plain gorgeous in all respects. When we got out of the town limits we let them all off leash and they reveled in their freedom, each in their own way. So wonderful to watch!! When we reached the outer limit we had planned to go the day started to gloom over and then as we turned around it started to sprinkle. We kept going and as we did the rain got heavier and then heavier. By km. 5 we were all soaked and then it really started to pour. Even my undies were finally soaked. I finally hollered at my two friends "That's it, when I get home and dry I am going to eat cake." By the time we got back home the rain was just coming down in sheer sheets. I could barely see and keeping my eyes open was difficult. The dogs just kept looking up at me as if to say 'Stop it now!' As if I had any control over the elements!
When I entered the house I called DH to come with towels. We rubbed down the two dogs and I just jumped into a hot shower. Later when I took a load of laundry downstairs I found that the rain storm had caused a minor flood in our basement. It takes a lot of water to do that. It has only happened once before and that was when the rain came down like someone had emptied a huge bucket on our house. What a mess! Most of it dried up over night though. Thank goodness it is an unfinished basement.