Our heat seems to have finally gone away for a bit. Although I do love summer and the warm days, I am grateful that we are enjoying slightly cooler temperatures.
I'm tired for no very good reason. I suspect it has something to do with our interrupted night Monday--I think it was Monday. Our weatherman was promising us thunderstorms. Just what I always wanted with all my paranoid dogs. And, sure enough, we had a thunderstorm.
Oh, the drama! Personally, I didn't see the need for as much drama as there turned out to be. I woke up and Mack was up and digging at Kent. He reserves this behavior for when he is frightened. But there didn't seem to be much happening. I did finally see a little lightening, but it was faint, far-away, and the thunder was minimal. It was enough for the dogs. The ones down the hall started to bark, and since I really didn't want them undoing all my house-cleaning work, I got up and let them out. That may have been a mistake.
I went back to bed and had one large panting golden retriever on either side of me. I finally got them to let me in bed and actually lie down. They then proceeded to pant in my face for an interminable amount of time. This whole time there was barely any lightening...Finally one of the goldens wandered off in search of more space and left just one. He was perfectly happy as long as he was lying on me--he wasn't picky--a foot, a leg, a knee, completely across me. This was fine until I finally got cold (most likely around 3:00 a.m.) and tried to acquire some covers. This necessitated a repeat of the whole sit up and pant nervously procedure. I think that at one point we actually had five dogs on the bed...Three large dogs, one medium dog, and a small one! Kent got up grumbling about it NOT being a three-dog night.
After all the humans were up and sluggishly moving around for the day, the dogs that had caused all the uproar proceeded to sleep most of the morning away.