Okay, it's 4:30 AM and I am awaken by Rowdy whining, with his paws up on the side of the bed and trying to get my attention. In a groggy voice I asked, "What do you want?" and then I laid there quietly. He continued jumping up on the side of the bed, vying for my attention. I said with a little more angry tone, "It's 4 friggin' 30. What do you want? Do you need to go wee-poo?" which is our word for him to go outside to the bathroom. He dropped back down and tore down the hall, so I got up, went down and let him out. He just stood by the door outside and didn't go, but then I saw it, a bright flash of lightning. I knew then what he wanted. He wanted up on the bed, so I would protect him form the storm.
It was odd to see lightning in the middle of winter and there was little thunder, but I guess the flashes were disturbing him. So I let him back in and went back to the bedroom, where I pulled up his special 'on the bed' blanket and let him jump up and lay by me for protection. He was fine after that and I got back to sleep....but not as well as I was sleeping before he woke me up! That little devil!
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