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[livejournal.com profile] getting_weary posted this on her LJ, and I thought I'd pass it along to you all. Poor doggy!

Dog Sleep Runs Into a Wall
This dog tries desperately to catch a dream frisbee, and almost knocks himself back to sleep.
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Last night around 5 my smoke alarm started chirping. You know, the noise it makes when it thinks it's running out of batteries? Yeah, that. Every 30 seconds or so..."chirp." "chirp." "chirp." It's annoying and it was driving the dog crazy.

The reason it was so annoying is because I can't reach the smoke alarm. It's on the wall right underneath my vaulted ceiling, which is about 12 feet up. I can't even get close to it if I stand on a chair.

Since my building manager is often in her office until 6 or 7 on weekdays, I put Sum in her leash and we walked over.

I had forgotten that, on Fridays, she's only in her office until noon. I filled out a maintenance slip and put it through the mail slot, resigned to living with the chirping until Monday.

Oddly, the chirping doesn't seem to be regular. It was at first, definitely. Every 30 seconds. Then, after a couple hours, I realized it hadn't chirped in about 15 minutes. Of course, soon after I thought that, it started up its every 30 seconds thing again. For about an hour. Then it started doing it once every 10 minutes or so.

I wasn't really looking forward to trying to sleep with that going on, but we went into the bedroom early last night and closed the door (which we usually don't do). Summer was still sort of freaking out every once in a while, pacing, looking for the beeping ninja and staring at me with her ears back and a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

Around 10:30, I realized there was no more beeping. Summer was curled up on the floor, sleeping soundly, and I decided to put my book aside and fall asleep as well.

At 2am, I was awakened. Not by a beeping, but by something that sounded like slapping and gulping.

It was Summer, violently and constantly licking her nose. She'd stick out her tongue and slap it across her nostrils, making a popping noise. She did it again and again, while standing my bed, panting. Her ears were tucked back but her tail started wagging when she saw me open my eyes, even if my first words were less than comforting: "WHAT? Dammit, really? Seriously??"

I reacted thus because that's what Summer does when she's not feeling well and wants to go outside and eat grass. It usually means she's trying to keep from throwing up.

I stumbled out of bed and put on some pants and a wool shirt, pulled on my down coat and stuck her in her harness, grumbling the whole while. When Sum gets like that, there's nothing to do but let her eat grass. I know it's not really good to let dogs eat grass, but it seems to help her settle her stomach when she gets like that.

We went downstairs and she immediately went at the lawn like a hungry sheep, pulling up tufts of greenery and licking her nose in between. After about 3 minutes, I made her come upstairs.

I tried to get her to drink some water, but she kept going back to the door and staring at it, then looking at me with big eyes. Then she'd lick her nose again. "Mom, this is the noise you have to look forward to if you don't take me out again."

I'm probably a sucker, but I took her back outside. That time we walked around the building, and she was munching on grass the entire way. When we finally got back inside, I crawled back in bed and she stood beside me. She was still licking her nose, but not constantly, so I knew she was feeling better. I ignored her and eventually she lay down on the floor and I heard her sigh. Her nose-slaps were becoming fewer and fewer.

This morning, I woke up to a chirping sound. Summer was sleeping next to me in bed, but she raised her head and looked around; the ninja was back! It chirped a couple more times and then stopped. We fell back asleep.

A couple hours later, we woke up again. The alarm beeped once, then stopped. It hasn't made a sound since, but I'm not expecting it to hold its silence forever. I'm sort of tired, not because I didn't get enough sleep (I overslept way more than is usual for me today!) but because it was interrupted. I'm spending the day trying to do homework. I forgot just how much I dislike homework! This will definitely take more getting used to!

Summer is fine this morning. She ate her dog food with no trouble, drank some water, and has been alternately napping and bugging me to go play with her. My little angel.
kokopellinelli: (Mad Robin Hood)
So last night, I went to bed at about 10 and read for a while. Turned my light off at about 10:45. I had a little trouble falling asleep, but was just starting to drift off when I heard the snowmachines.

I live on the very end of the row of trailers. It's nice because I only have a neighbor on one side, and half the year he's in South Africa. It sucks because on the other side there's access to the trail and field behind my trailer. This means that cars, loaders, four-wheelers, and of course snow machines will whiz by my house at a distance of 4 feet at all hours of the day and night.

Case in point, last night. I heard the snowmachines in the distance. They zoomed around but didn't seem to be coming any closer at first. Then they started getting louder.

My bedroom is at the very back of the trailer, facing the field. As the snowmachines approached, I waited for that inevitable Doppler moment when they would be at their loudest as they streaked by...I hate that.

Instead, they approached, getting louder, louder, and I braced myself...

And they stopped. Right outside my bedroom window.

What the hell?

Without turning on my light, I knelt on my bed and peered out. They were literally about 5 feet away, right next to the back corner of my trailer. It was two men. They were talking (not overly loudly, and I couldn't hear what they were saying) and they kept walking around (I could hear the snow crunching under their feet). At first I thought they might be taking the wooden pallets stacked behind the trailer. Well, I don't need them, they're welcome to them. At times I would peer out again, but I couldn't tell what they were doing, as they were just outside of the glow of the streetlights.

They were out there for about 5 minutes. At one point, one of the machines started back up and flooded my bedroom with light, but went off a couple seconds later. Finally, they both started up and sped away into the night.

I, of course, came up with a few paranoid theories. They stole something from the back of the trailer. They were casing the joint (this seems unlikely, as my trailer is so run down I doubt anyone would figure I had anything worth stealing). They were planting a load of TNT so they could blow me up. I had just witnessed a drug deal. One of the snowmachines was not working properly and they had to stop to fix it.

I suppose I'll never know (though I can discount the stealing and the TNT, because as soon as they left I threw on my coat and boots and tromped around the back of the trailer to see if anything was missing).

What annoyed me the most was why did they have to stop RIGHT NEXT TO MY BEDROOM at frickin' 11 at night, with their noisy-ass machines. Okay, so if they had mechanical problems, maybe they wouldn't have been able to choose where to stop, but both machines had sounded fine (nice and LOUD) to me before they stopped. For all they knew there was a little kid in here who was trying to sleep, or a big burly guy who has to get up at 3am to go to work! I almost went outside to ask them to conduct business elsewhere, but figured it wouldn't be a good thing to confront them as a single woman in my pjs.

Oh well. If they come back I'm going to climb onto my roof and throw snowballs at them.

October 2011

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