I love it when the weather looks like this:
Overcast. Rainy. Stormy. Twin Peaks-y.
I don’t like it so much when I’m dog-sitting, though, because the dogs DO NOT like it. They do not like it at all. They will refuse to go outside. This not only means puppy pads on the floor and the inevitable clean-up (ick), but that all that pent-up energy from not being about to go outside, bark, and run around like crazy comes in sudden little explosions inside, usually when the show I’m watching is at an intense point. I guess they sense my tension, and it makes them antsy. I suppose I could choose to see that as sweet. One might hope, however, that they would also sense that their sudden barking like all hell is breaking loose does nothing to ease my tension. As of this posting, no such hope has been realized.
It’s even harder to see them as sweet when it happens to be stormy all night. Every time the thunder gets a little louder, I get to wake up to the town-crier barking.
I would have pulled an all-nighter last night – gotten some writing done, since apparently, I wasn’t going to get any sleep – but I crashed. I had a full day. I overslept (Saturday night was also a bit stormy), so I missed church, but I had time and a few blessed hours of sunshine to run around the backyard, chasing the dogs. My goal was to tire them out. It didn’t work the way I’d planned, of course. I’m certain as soon as I headed over to my sister’s for lunch, followed by going to see Gone Girl with the book club, they curled up and had themselves a nice, rejuvenating nap.
But it did tire me out enough that I had no problem going back to sleep every time their frenzied barking woke me up last night. So while I got less sleep that I probably would have gotten if I were dog-free, I still was able to get enough to make me functional today.
Movement, 1. Storm/dog conspiracy, 0.