...for the second night in a row. And tell me again, Miss Savannah, why did I need a puppy....
Give me a blessed break. I have just about had it with walking up and down the road by our driveway when the moon is out and the stars are shining. I don't care how damn pretty the sky is at this time of the night, I really don't have to see it.
Last night's barking was legitimate, to a point. There were deer outside, either walking in the road or walking on the grass along the side of the road. Savannah heard them in the middle of the night and she started barking... one bark, then two, then three. That's when I got up and came downstairs. I looked out the kitchen window and saw the parade of deer and figured she heard them also. The deer do not make much noise, and I'm surprised she heard them at all, but this sensitive-eared puppy can hear a leaf dropping on the grass out there and will bark for all she's worth to let me know.
I gave the deer some time to wander up the road some last night, and then I put my jacket on and took Savannah outside. I counted nine deer while Savannah found a spot in the grass to pee... and then we came back into the house and she went back to sleep. I did the same, after drinking a little bit of orange juice and browsing through Pinterest for half an hour because by then I was wide awake.
We were out for most of the afternoon today (yesterday, really) and Savannah's schedule got upside-down a bit. When we're gone, she doesn't eat... so she finally ate her dinner at 9:00 last night, which also disrupts her walking schedule. I took her outside at ten o'clock last night and she was walking and sniffing and doing just fine and then someone off in the hills decided to shoot a gun, and that was that. Savannah is desperately afraid of gunshots. There's always someone shooting off a gun up here, and you would think she'd have gotten used to that noise by now. Not so, this sensitive puppy of ours.
One gun shot sends Savannah pulling towards the driveway and up the porch steps and she waits by the back door for it to magically open so she can get inside the house. When I heard Savannah barking about half an hour ago, I figured she woke up and had to pee since she didn't do that at ten o'clock last night. So down the stairs I came, ever so slowly because by now I'm running on fumes from not having enough sleep last night.
Honestly, it's a wonder I don't fall down those stairs and land in a heap in the middle of one of these nights. On go the boots and the jacket, I take her leash and slip it around her neck and out we go... and if I'm lucky... if a train doesn't go by in the next town, if a coyote doesn't howl, if an owl doesn't hoot, if there's not a moth hovering around my flashlight that Savannah thinks she can capture in her mouth... if there is nothing out there to distract this puppy princess, then she will find a spot in that damn grass and pee, damn it.
So frustrating.... I wanted a dog to feel safer out here in these stupid damn hills and where am I in the middle of the damn night? Out on the damn road with a damn flashlight with bats whirling and twirling in the sky and I've got a damn puppy who's more afraid of night-time noises and shadows than I am.
Give me a blessed break. If I don't stop pounding on these keys right now my computer is going to need fixing. And where is Miss Savannah right now? Curled up in her bed looking impossibly innocent and cute. Of course.
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