Nik
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I was working on cleaning out my closet this weekend. This might seem simple to those of you who are not super messy types that neglect organization for years at a time. I do the sanitary stuff. Dishes, cleaning toilets, mopping, sweeping, vacumming. But, organizing our stuff that accumulates is a little more difficult. So I have piles of clothes on the floor of my closet. I tackled this last weekend. And was digging through the stuff and organizing when I thought I heard something like a squeak. Immediately I panicked. My brain translated squeak to mean rat infestation in my clothing pile in my closet and my heart leaped up through my throat and tried to strangle me to death.
The dogs were in the kitchen napping as they do mid-day and I went fleeing to them. Husband was working on the weekend so it was me the dogs and the cat with the house to ourselves. Kahlua was passed out snoring and I let her be. She grumbles and whines and makes a big show if I wake her from a deep snoring sleep. I get it. I hate being woken up also.
Diesel was wide awake, alert and came straight to me doing the lean into me, dog hug, comfort thing.
"Come with me. I need you with me in the bedroom." And he followed me right on my heels and to the bedroom we went.
He sniffed around but didn't seem alarmed or alerted to anything and went to go lay down on the bed. But as I approached the piles I had senseless panic feelings. I do battle with anxiety at times. Diesel looked at me ran to my side. And just stayed glued to my side the rest of the day as I cleaned.
Later when Sean got home he reminded me that if there had been a rat in the house Diesel would have been in a frenzy. He doesn't tolerate intruders so I probably was just hearing things and scared myself for no reason. My rational brain says he is right.
In any case I still appreciated that Diesel stayed by my side to keep me calm. Sometimes our guardian breeds guard us from our own crazy heads.
Oh I also let BrrBeary (the resident cat who thinks he is a dog) in the bedroom (something I don't often do because he likes to claw up my clothes. BrrBeary also seemed completely uninterested in the closet and was happy to lounge on the bed being lazy.
The dogs were in the kitchen napping as they do mid-day and I went fleeing to them. Husband was working on the weekend so it was me the dogs and the cat with the house to ourselves. Kahlua was passed out snoring and I let her be. She grumbles and whines and makes a big show if I wake her from a deep snoring sleep. I get it. I hate being woken up also.
Diesel was wide awake, alert and came straight to me doing the lean into me, dog hug, comfort thing.
"Come with me. I need you with me in the bedroom." And he followed me right on my heels and to the bedroom we went.
He sniffed around but didn't seem alarmed or alerted to anything and went to go lay down on the bed. But as I approached the piles I had senseless panic feelings. I do battle with anxiety at times. Diesel looked at me ran to my side. And just stayed glued to my side the rest of the day as I cleaned.
Later when Sean got home he reminded me that if there had been a rat in the house Diesel would have been in a frenzy. He doesn't tolerate intruders so I probably was just hearing things and scared myself for no reason. My rational brain says he is right.
In any case I still appreciated that Diesel stayed by my side to keep me calm. Sometimes our guardian breeds guard us from our own crazy heads.
Oh I also let BrrBeary (the resident cat who thinks he is a dog) in the bedroom (something I don't often do because he likes to claw up my clothes. BrrBeary also seemed completely uninterested in the closet and was happy to lounge on the bed being lazy.