
These are my animals. The cat's name is Meekah, but she answers to nothing. But, this story is not about her.
This story is about my dog, Maggie, pictured above. On days like today, however, I do like to claim her and she becomes my husband, Buck's, dog. Maggie is half border collie and half red heeler. She really is a wonderful dog, most of the time. She is extremely obedient, she never leaves the parameters of our yard (even without a fence or leash), she "sings" when Buck plays the harmonica, and she lets us know when the cat is misbehaving.
However, Maggie (named after Anna Magedelana Bach) has two major minor flaws. The first is submissive urination which is common in the border collie breed. She is so submissive that when someone new comes she generally will urinate on the floor when she first meets them. Instead of ripping the heads off of any intruder who might come to our door she would just pee on their feet. This can be pretty aggravating.
And now we come to the point of my story. The second flaw that my, oh excuse me, my husband's dog has is that she is very, nay, extremely neurotic. Late this spring a neighbor two houses away was cutting down trees and Maggie was shaking for two days while the chain saw was buzzing and the trees were falling. A couple of summers ago the city was repaving our street and Maggie was shivering under the desk at the sound of the roller machine going down the street.
Last night was the worst of all. I thought it was the end of the world or something. Yes, it is usual for the dog to be afraid of storms, but this was rediculous. Since Buck works nights Maggie usually sleeps at the foot of my bed. Last night I awoke to her up by my pillow, which she never does. She was literally on top of me. It wouldn't be so bad, but she is a 35-40 lb. dog! And she was shaking all over. I could not for the life of me calm her down. Outside the lightning was flashing and the thunder was rolling. But, I didn't think it was anything unusual. I closed the window and the curtain hoping that would help, but it was all in vain.
I got up to use the restroom. THE DOG FOLLOWED ME IN THERE! I couldn't believe it! She NEVER goes in the bathroom because she hates even the mention of that four letter word, " b-a-t-h." She even crawled between my legs. Can you imagine?!
I crawled back into bed only to have Maggie jump right on top of me. After several attempts, I finally managed to get her to settle in at the head of the bed, above my husband's pillow where she finally.......dozed.......off.