Friday, February 27, 2009

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...

Once upon a time, in a land far far away (depending on where you're reading this... My reader from Mumbai is pretty far away. You from Fishers, Indiana... not so much) there was a family of five and two dogs. That family went to bed a little late last night, as Ibbat (fictional name, so as to not humiliate the parties involved when they're older and or wandering the dog park... you never want to give the toy dogs an excuse to mock...they can be vicious) had a late basketball game. Little heads drifted off to sleep on their pillows until.... BOOM! Thunderstorms!

Thunderstorm is a strong word for the three crashes of thunder and 30 seconds of rain that took place last night. Thunderstorm mini is more like it. If a hurricane is a 18 wheeler, this storm was Will's (or wait... we're using fake names... Lliw's tricycle). But, the lack of ferocity did not manage to diminish the weenie-ness of some of my housemates.

I wake up to the thunder-ette, and promptly start falling back to sleep after realizing that this storm was so not worth waking up for. However, I hear scratching at my bedroom door. Yeltneb the Beagle was already in our room, so I knew that it must be Ikuyallebyssim, the Great Pyrenees. "She never comes in our room at night," I thought. I opened the door and that 85 pound fur beast made a beeline to our bathroom. I've never seen her move that bod so fast. Not only did she hit the john, so to speak, she dug out the bin of Lliw's bath toys that was between the tub and the toilet. This snow beast wedged her huge self in that teeny space, so scrunched you could only see her polar bear snout sticking out. Nice, Big Dog. Remind me not to turn to you in an emergency. If Timmy gets stuck in a well, we'll check on you in the potty!!! Lassie you're not, Big Girl!

I leave the big dog to her own cowardice and go back to bed. One more thunderclap (which was more golf clap than rousing applause) and I hear Lliw wake up. "MMMMAAAMMMMAAAA!!!!" I go in his room and he says "Someting scare me." I laid down next to him and said that there was nothing to be afraid of. Its just a storm, and a teeny tiny, barely recognizable one at that, so we just need to go back to sleep. So, I covered him back up all "comfy cozers" (I don't know what that means, but its a Lliw/Mama-ism so leave it alone). So, we snuggle and I say "Oh, that's better. Nothing to be afraid of now, buddy." He turns to me and says, "Mama, you need to sleep wiff me? I make you safe. You lucky to have me, Mama." You're right, buddy. I am pretty lucky.

9 comments:

Karen said...

Awww, poor little guy. Will, that is, not the beast dog. The big ones are always the ones that are the most afraid. My sister's mastiff is like that as well.

Crazy Mo said...

The bigger they are, the suckier they are. It's a scientific fact. Will just melted my heart! Isn't just like a child to think of someone else before themselves?

Christine said...

It rained last night? Man, that Tylenol PM stuff must really work...

Busy Bee Suz said...

So sweet...Will, not the big sissy of a dog. ;)
Poor babies, they don't know how to act during a thunderstorm. Although our dog slept through most of the last hurricane we had...but then again there was no thunder.
I hope tonight all is well in la la land.

OHmommy said...

Oh, poor little man. What a sweet guy!

bernthis said...

I remember when we had a dog and it would thunder. He literally tried to climb out the window several times, same thing during the July 4th festivities

the mama bird diaries said...

That is so sweet!

Domestic Goddess (In Training) said...

Karen & Mo - I think you're right, because my husband gets freaked out in big storms and he is a big dude. He and the dog will have to fight for the safety spot in the bathroom.

Christine - Ohh, I miss that stuff. I used to take it before the kids, but now I am afraid they'd cry and I'd never know. Wait... maybe I should take it again.

Suz - The past few nights have been slightly less eventful... although we did have a decapitated dog head blanket attack on Will's thumb, but he was a trooper.

OHmommy - He really is!

Bern - That is hilarious!

Mama Bird - Hard to believe these evil doers can be so cute sometimes!

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