I got very little sleep Sunday night because of a certain scaredy-cat cocker spaniel who was spooked by the wind. It was certainly very windy all night, and the wind was howling past the open window and doing its best to knock things over, but it’s wind! Not solid, not harmful. Daisy spent the first half of the night half on my chest, panting in my direction (her breath is AWFUL), shivering uncontrollably, and making her piggy snort noises as a break from the panting once every couple of minutes. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried, but I have found that it is hard to sleep with a noisy vibrating dog lying on your chest. I moved her to my side at some point (she resisted being that far from my face, but I couldn’t breathe), but that didn’t help much because she was still shaking and snorting. Then, around 3am, the scary wind monster rattled everything in the room. She stood up, practically blurry with vibrations, jumped off the bed, hid herself between the dresser and the wall, and then crawled UNDER the dresser. I pulled her out and put her back on the bed with me, but she jumped right back off and went back under. I left her there the rest of the night. When I woke up around 7, she was sleeping under there with her nose sticking out.
It’s still windy today, so she’s been glued to my side, hanging out in the basement with me while I worked all morning. Ridiculous dog. It’s a good thing she’s cute.