Rude Awakenings

Harvest Moon sets just at sunrise this morning – just lovely.

Have I ever mentioned that our dog, Zip, is pretty much completely deaf? Yeah… He’s an older dog now and it happens. Most of the time it’s not that big a deal. He’s a border collie, so he responds well to hand signals. And he’s generally pretty well behaved. Because he can’t hear, he’s less sensitive to being disturbed by outside noises. So, no more pacing at night or running to the window to see who’s going by.

However.

He dreams like a son-of-a-gun. Couple this with no sense of his own sound-production….

That’s right. 4am he had a bark-attack. Full volume, right next to the bed.

Oh. My. God.

I sat up bolt upright. The kitties went sailing. You know how in stories people say they feel like their hearts might burst? Yeah, that. Nothing like a huge adrenaline kick yanking you out of a deep sleep in the early morning.

I could swear I have an epinephrine hangover today.

8 Replies to “Rude Awakenings”

  1. Yowza! Not fun.

    We’re having the opposite problem with our old dog (a border collie cross, btw). She *thinks* she hears things during the day, but at night is useless to alert us to outside noises. Like the bear that rattled around our stuff 😛

  2. Ha. Madam Erie (our stone deaf 16 year old feline) likes Zip’s style. Oh. And welcome to my hell. Klingon opera as sung by feline at the top of said feline’s considerable lung power. As always, playing in an enclosed space near you at 1am. Reprise at 4am. And 6am.

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