I like to think that Ian & I are pretty relaxed most of the time. Sure, we get stressed out, but in general we are relatively easy going — at least that’s what we believe. Somehow, though, our dog is not. In recent years, we’ve discovered that she is scared of the noise of falling snow. And by “scared” I mean petrified. And by “noise” I mean the almost inaudible little thumps that wet snow makes when it falls of trees or balconies onto the ground or other objects. I’m not kidding. The sound of snow. If she is outside in the snow, it’s fine. But something about the sound it makes when she is in the condo is terrifying.
Last night, it snowed here. The wet (ie: bad, scary) kind of snow. At about 5 am (presumably when it got warm enough to start melting) she started getting anxious. She doesn’t usually bark or whine, but she’ll just sit right next to the bed, panting. Or she’ll paw the bed wanting to get up, and then she’ll sit right next to you and pant over your head. It’s not really conducive to sleeping. We’ve been able to manage this in years past because, well, we have been more well rested. This morning it was a little rough. Luckily Amelia slept from 11 pm - 5:30 and then again until at least 8:30 or so.
It’s amazing how much you can love snow but really, really want it to rain instead.
