The other form of torture is barking dogs. We have neighbors who let their dogs carry on--usually these little yippy ones. I'm talking "bjorking" and "bjorking" and "bjorking." (The boys thought it was hilarious how other languages make animals sounds, hence, "Bjorking.") Makes me think of the neighbor on NextDoor complaining about being sick in bed coughing in time with the neighbor's dog barking. "Cough-bark. Cough-bark." I wonder if his neighbor is on NextDoor?
I realize that dogs will bark. That's their job, but alert and cease. Check out what your dog is so wound up about and either eliminate the threat or have words with your dog. I'm on it, day and night--#hatebarkingdogs. Which means, when our dogs sing the song of their people at all hours of the night I shoot out of bed to either shush animals or surprise intruders. Sadly, yes. I'm one of those who believes their perceived powers are greater than their actual powers. 🤷🏻♀️
Unfortunately, we got rain on Wednesday and our sweet Flanders was hysterical, doing this "Poodle" bark that pierces my ears and floods me with anxiety. We have skylights that intensify the sound of every. single. drop. of. rain. I feel for his storm anxiety and fear of rain and I don't want the poor dog to suffer. However, I also don't want the neighbors to complain or be upset by our dogs (not that some have a leg to stand on, but still--who wants to be that neighbor?). Chief needs his beauty rest 😉😂 and at least someone should sleep aside from Finnegan and the boys. Besides that, I'd like to get a full night's sleep, someday. Okay, that sounded whiney, but I'm tired from Flanders's shenanigans. Ironically, it was the first night in forever that I went to be before 10pm (😱, right?) and actually got cozy and started to drift off in under an hour. Unheard of. I'm usually sick when that happens. Then, bjorking. Flanders is not a dog who likes to be comforted, either. He'd rather try to climb onto counters and bookshelves as well as pace around the house like the town crier.
People! Rain, rain! Alert, people! RAIN.
So, imagine me chasing around after a bjorking dog (he lifts his head and borks at the ceiling), shushing him, trying to pet and calm him, and giving him his "Ganja" dog (CBD dog treats. Yup, even the treats a get nickname.). We live far enough away from neighbors and he's inside that I hope it isn't a problem (the yippers are usually outside raising a fracas, so there's that).
The horror. I really am being serious. The horror. (Now I'm being dramatic) I know it's nothing close, but it feels like torture--the going to bed, snuggling in, drifting off and then being startled out of sleep. The feeling is also similar to waking up as you're falling in a dream. It's on a constant loop. He lulls me into complacency by not barking for a while, a long while, then I go back to bed. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. (Who still washes their hair like that anymore, anyway? 🤷🏻♀️ Not I.)
The sad part is I love the rain...
I've nattered on for a long enough. The Tomfoolery was meant to arrive in the morning email, but look what's happened?Angela Lansbury-esque chair exercises, bad hold music, and jaw therapy. All morning long. A day can be frittered away so easily. Thanks for letting me get my Friday Tomfoolery off my chest today. Too much time on the phone and with silly things. At least I got PT out of the way for the day 😁 Well, I've got a hot date with Mando and Grogo tonight, so I hope you all have a great week and find something funny, curious, or thought-provoking to brighten your days. 🤠