Last night, it was almost bed time. We were finishing up everything and getting ready for bed. It was thundering and Rita was not flipping out.
Vince: I’m so surprised she isn’t flipping out.
Me: It makes me wonder about her hearing because this is the second or third time we’ve had thunder and she stayed calm.
Vince: I’d hate for her to be deaf and blind but . . it’s nice that she isn’t going nuts with the thunder.
Me: But . . if we say EAT, she reacts so she must hear.
Oh, my goodness . . wrong thing to say.
Rita was in her bed in the breakfast room. She got out of bed but didn’t start howling or barking. I motioned for Vince to be quiet . . maybe she would think we were in bed. I know she can sense that we were just beyond the breakfast room (it’s all open but she has a gate up), but she got back in her bed and didn’t demand food.
Crisis averted! 🙂