Wednesday, July 18, 2007

When it rains it pours

Today I woke up to heavy breathing.
Not the good kind.
Saber was standing beside the bed, which puts his face about even with my pillow, panting. He was in a tizzy because of the thunderstorm that began about 6:00 AM.
Loud noises, especially thunder, freak him out. DH had helpfully ushered him into the room so that he could 'be with mommy' while he had his anxiety attack. So in the 18 inch wide space between the bed and the wall, an 80-pound spotted ball of nervous energy paced back and forth whining and breathing on me.
Soothing words don't work. Ignoring him doesn't work. Even Tylenol PM doesn't work. He has to pace and moan and perk his ears up until all the noise goes away. By then Mommy is a wreck.
Do they make ear plugs for dogs? Or valium? [Nah, I'd be too tempted to take it myself.]


Jennifer McK said...

Isn't there enough Valium for both of you? LOL.
I know what you mean about nervous dogs. Mine are psycho. Of course, they live with me and my family. What did I expect?

Kari Lee Townsend said...

Oh, you poor thing. It's bad enough with kids, I can't imagine calming dogs too. Ugh. You must be exhausted.

Jennifer Elbaum said...

Your poor boy! (and poor you too!) That storm bothered my mutt too (though he's much smaller, so he can't breathe on me -- thank goodness!).

Bernadette Gardner and Jennifer Colgan said...

As if the storm wasn't enough for his poor spotted nerves, the neighbors across the street put a big metal dumpster in their driveway and they've been tossing junk in it all afternoon from their shed. Every time something hits the bottom of the dumpster, Saber loses another spot.

I knew I should have invented that spray-on tranquilizer I wanted to have when the kids were young.