This morning, I was awakened by my hair being pulled tightly. In fact, the pain was so bad, it took me a minute or two to realize there was a furry dog butt firmly planted on my head. To make it worse, I could not turn over or move my head because the hair was pulled so tightly. I finally managed to coax Princess further down the bed, much to the relief of my scalp.
She quickly plastered herself on top of the covers against my side, preventing me from turning over once again. Her body shook and the panting began. It took me a while, but I finally pulled the covers from under her in hopes that I could get her to cuddle up under the covers with me. (She often sleeps like a human with her head on the pillow and body under the covers.) Princess was not having any of that, though. She freaked out as I draped the cover over her. Frantically, she squirmed, trying to rid herself of the comforter. She simply wanted to be against me with my arm holding her tightly.
Her trembling was reduced, but for the next hour or so, I still had a vibrating bed courtesy of Princess.
It has been a long time since Princess freaked this badly during a storm, and with the temperatures already in the mid-90s this summer, I know we will have some horrific storms in the coming weeks. When we adopted Princess, she would squeeze herself under the bed, and I must mention that at any other time, there was no way Princess could slide underneath. We’d have to free her by lifting the entire bed. I hope this morning’s episode is not indicative of her behavior during all storms now.
Poor Princess.
My first dog had a really bad fear of storms. He would crawl under the couch and stay there. Either that or pace around the house panting and refuse to sit still.