When the Bearded One travels I let the dog sleep with me because...
I feel more comfortable with another living thing beside me. The dog snores. 'Nuff said.
At 3 AM I woke to the sound of dog tags as they moved from window to window. Pearl was sniffing loudly. I checked the windows and doors and listened carefully. Nothing. Not even a coyote.
At 4 AM I woke to the sound of dog tags as they moved from window to
window. Pearl was sniffing loudly. I checked the windows and doors and listened
carefully. Nothing. Not even a coyote. But the dog was dancing this time. This is the dog who can stay in her crate from 8:30 PM until 8:30 AM without a problem.
I decided that she must be "on to something". I let her out. She tore down the grass like a big ol' black missile. She didn't growl or bark. She just ran. Urgently.
I finally got her back inside by bribing her with treats.
5:00 AM I woke to the sound of dog tags....
I took her downstairs and crated her.
