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Of all of the members of The Herd, who do you think is guilty of interrupting sleep in the middle of the night? Let’s call this Sleepless in Chez Herd.
If you guessed me . . . incorrect.
About 2 a.m. Friday morning, a fairly minor thunderstorm crested the mountains. A little lightning. A little rain. A little wind. AND, a little thunder. Guess who did not like the thunder?
The sky is not supposed to make noise.
Yes, Frankie Suave loses his Suave when thunder booms. He jumped up on the bed, clawed the Hu-Dad, and asked for some protection. Fifty pounds of Siberian Husky curled up against the Hu-Dad’s chest. Very tight. Hu-Dad stretched his arm over Frankie who quickly relaxed . . . and fell into a gentle sleep for the rest of the storm.
Of course, the Hu-Dad was now wide awake at 2 a.m.
Sorry about that.
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Depending on who is on what bed and the time, Leena will take refuge with them. If it is the middle of the night, I get the claw and ball routine as well. During the day, well it could be me or my mom. She isn’t particular unless its really bad or it wakes her up. In that event she’s like a Siberian Husky magnet to me.
Mom sez: Ice HATES thunderstorms, takes refuge in our walk-in closet. Ebby simply ignores them, but our beloved Ayla used to LOVE them, would go stand out in the middle of the yard, looking up while the thunder crashed, and lightning flashed all around her, rain bucketing down on her, barking, and tail wagging delightedly. Three Siberians, three different reactions.
Your Frankie was able to find solace in Hu-dad’s arms. Our Tina was terrified of storms and would pant uncontrollably in the corner and hide. There was nothing we could do to help her as she refused any reassurance and simply would freak out.
Yes, Frankie used to be really bad, but he now just wants his Hu-Dad. As long as dad is close – as in touching, he is fine with it.
Awwww….I have a little girl that is terrified of storms…non husky, but still about 50 pounds. Really heartwarming that they have such faith in us to comfort them!
I understand Frankie… The sky just isn’t supposed to make those noises!!! I’m glad you got comfortable in hudad’s protective arms! Sorry Hudad that sleep evaded you after that…