So this week is supposed to be big. Lots of stuff happenin'. The GC waddles off to work (somebody has to earn a living around here.) The kitchen gets some serious action. The ground floor gets redone with new concrete flooring. Ahhh we're so close.
I guess Ham (and Mother Nature) couldn't wait!
Earlier this AM (about 4am), Ham lets out a little whine. Damn. Seriously. (The last 2 days he's been up at 6, needing to go out. Seems his bladder can carry as much as the GC's recently. So last night I tried a preemptive strike. A late night mini-andar.) I guess the mini-andar didn't work.
So I dredge myself up, waddle downstairs (oh, I'm waddlin' now too... all this ice cream I'm eating!... seems that the GC's eyes are too big for her tank!) and take him out. He actually does his business very efficiently, and as we turn to go inside, I realize the real reason for his whimpers.... lightning!!!
Damn. Hopefully it was just heat lightning... then ... ka-boom... Thunder... Guess not!
I make it inside right before the skies open up. Torrential downpour, well equipped with thunder and lightning. (Editors note: It seems to rain here quite frequently, which is actually a good thing. One little quirk of the Green Machine is the lovely skylights. Very pretty with lots of daylight, and even some at night. Really makes the GC's late night potty breaks much easier. It sort of gives her night vision! Just what she needed. Now she is invincible!!! Unfortunately they also amplify the rain. It was kinda eery when we first heard it. We didn't know what it was, but quickly got used to it. Ham, on the other hand, hasn't.)
Somewhere in the poor dog's brain, a terrible fear of thunder was sewn. This also has grown to include lightning, because he has learned that it precedes the noise. Also, somewhere in his brain, is the idea that if he whines and barks really really loudly, it will all go away. Hmmmm, sort of childish... Uh OH!! So there we were, 4:30am, listening to the thunder and Ham. We tried everything, petting, laying next to him, even the chew bone. Now the chew bone has worked on some occasions, basically pacifying him. But this in itself creates another evil noise. We couldn't win.
5am.... still going. Whining, barking, chewing... yada yada yada... damn! Ham moves from my side of the bed to the GC's side for comfort. and then back again. The GC is trying to help too.... "Oops, you woke the baby!" and then "Oh, I have to pee!!!" Clockwork. Ham followed her into the bathroom. What was he going to do in there? Wipe? A loud thunderclap drove him back into the bedroom.
5:20am ... still going... Do you think I can give him some benadryl? "No way!!!" The GC cries. "You don't know how it will effect him." Come on, he's 75lbs. It'll effect him just fine. "N-O!!!" I secretly plot to sneak into the bathroom for some Tylenol PM...
5:45am.... still going... with no sign of stopping.... Damn! The GC has to go into work today. Alas... She says, "Why don't you take him into the closet, and shut the door?" Hmmm... never tried that one before. I'll give it anything shot.
I get up and waddle into the closet. Ham dutifully follows. I grabbed his blanket and through it on the floor. I also grabbed a blue throw pillow for my head. I lay down, and close the door. More whining. Finally I get him to lay down. He calms down some too. Man, these new floors are nice! Not very comfortable though.
I nap for about an hour until I hear the alarm clock blaring in the distance. Surely the GC will turn it off. 5 mins later... nope. Damn... well I'm up now. Waddle over the alarm and shut it off. "what time is it?" she mumbles. Gee, I don't know... maybe the time you set the alarm for!!!
And that concludes a lovely evening. This is probably some test or future glimpse of my life. or the end of my life as I know it.
Humpf!
Addendum
Electricians are banging and drilling ferociously. Concrete men are scraping, hammering, yammering, and beating the vinyl slowly back. My little computer is using Pandora to belt out some tunes.
And ol' Hamilton is passed out on his doggie bed.... sprawled out to his little hearts content. snoring away.... with occasional dreams of chasing cats.
Damn!!!
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