Puppy Is Afraid Of The Dark

Doggy Nightmares

My Spanish dog, The Puppy, is afraid of everything as I’ve explained in the last blog. Well, a new fear has sprung up like an oily and poisonous mushroom in the dark and fertile ground of her mind. Puppy is now afraid of the dark. To be precise, It’s not so much the dark as the sudden, explosive cancelling of the dark that lightning creates that she’s terrified of.

Thunderstorms in Florida are a great and terrible thing, as Hemmingway has told you. But then again, everything was “great” and “terrible” with that guy. It’s like he had a great and terrible adjective fetish.

Anyway, a week ago at ten pm the sky went all shock and awe. Lightening hitting every couple seconds and thunder that shook the windows. The dogs and even the cat went PTSD quicker than you can say Pistorius. Nobody wanted to go outside and see a man about a horse and nobody wanted their belly scratched.

Finally around ten the storm let up and I took them out. Neither dog was too cheerful about their business but they attended to it like goddamned defecating champions.

At exactly 11:55pm I turned out the lights, not because I have OCD but because that is precisely the best time to turn out the lights every night. The dogs like that, they are used to that, and they know that if I were one minute too early or too late we would all die in some horrific fashion before 11:55pm the following night. A half hour later and I hear Puppy scratching at the door. I had just fallen asleep so this made me feel a bit Pistorious-y.

Puppy Nightmares

Not my best photo but it shows Puppy’s fear of…. dachshunds?

Still, I love the Puppy so I got up and let her out. I sat down on the sofa to wait for her to come back up and scratch the other side of the door. It’s our code, it’s unique and it’s ours alone.

Ten minutes passed and still no secret knock. I went onto the porch and could see her pacing back and forth in the yard. I called her and she looked at me like I was Pistorious. I had to go down and, basically, chase her back into the house.

I lie back down and start to drift off and hear another set of scratching code. I told her to “just lie down and go the fuck to sleep” but she doesn’t know who Samuel L. Jackson is and so didn’t get it. She kept scratching until I gave up. Wearing nothing but my boxer shorts and a scowl I put her leash on and walked her to the park a half a block away. I saw her pee, again, so that was DONE. There would be no more peeing so I brought her back up and went back to bed.

Ten minutes later: scratch scratch scratch. Does Amazon sell tranquilizer dart guns?  I wondered.

They do (I checked) but delivery takes three days and I needed it right away so that didn’t work.

I put a thin quilt in the door frame and shut the door so that it was hanging down the front.

I lay back down.

Scratch Scratch scratch.

What. The. Ever. Loving. FUCK? I thought.

I got up, again, and turned on the lights, again. But I couldn’t see the dog. There was only the blanket covering the door and a fifty-pound bulge at the bottom with a tail sticking out. Scratch scratch scratch.

Bitch bastard.

Doggie Nightmares

Can you hear the Psycho music? Can you, mother?

“No more code, we’re not doing that anymore,” I said to Puppy, who, once I directed her out of her blanket teepee, looked around the room with wild-eyed panic.

I looked at the digital clock on the TV box. 3:0-something it said. I wonder if this is like The Conjuring and the dog knows that this place is lousy with demons?  I thought.

In the end I kept the blanket up, moved the coffee table in front of the door and covered the ensemble with enough couch cushions and blankets and towels to stop a nuclear blast. I took a Clonopin and vowed to not get up unless a demon grabbed my ankle and pulled or hovered over me spitting into my mouth.

I managed to fall asleep in fits and bursts but I heard Puppy pacing around the house until four or five am.

She did it the next night and I immediately made my coffee table fort. She continued it for four more nights in a row until Karen came back.

The best I can figure it, either she was afraid of the silent flashes of lightening or the demons were afraid of Karen because it’s all over now. We still have our code, but it’s purely utilitarian now. The cuteness is gone.

Update: It’s not over after all. It’s been two weeks since Karen has been back and the Puppy is at it again. She’s finding clever new ways to get to the sweet scratch spot every night now. Last night she pulled away the pillows I’d stacked on top of the door-blocking table, climbed on top  of it like some kind of circus bear, and scratched at the window.

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  14 comments for “Puppy Is Afraid Of The Dark

  1. July 24, 2014 at 9:47 am

    Reason #462 why I don’t have dogs.

    • July 24, 2014 at 3:21 pm

      I’d love to know what your #1 reason is then, because #462 is a real bitch!

      Thanks Cassandra!

  2. July 24, 2014 at 2:39 pm

    Doesn’t this mean she wants to go out at night? Maybe her canine senses are telling her your house is haunted. Or maybe she just wants to get laid.

    • July 24, 2014 at 3:23 pm

      That’s exactly what I was afraid of until, as an experiment, I turned on the flashlight while the house was dark. She’s afraid of… light.

      Thanks GB!

  3. July 24, 2014 at 2:41 pm

    As usual, you made me laugh. That Hemingway line was great.

    I wish I could give you some trick that would take care of The Puppy problem, but I don’t own pets. For reasons such as this.

    • July 24, 2014 at 3:25 pm

      I thought about the new, much-advertised “thunder-jacket.” Problem is we live in Florida so it’s already too hot. Next time I go to the vet I’m going to ask about some form of doggie valium.

      Thanks Diane!

  4. Amy
    July 24, 2014 at 5:07 pm

    Sometimes it really seems like they are just performing experiments on us. Seeing how much we’ll put up with before we break. A lot, apparently.

    Have you tried melatonin? Worked for my mom’s dogs during thunder storms and for car rides. Completely harmless and you can give them the stuff you buy off the shelf at the grocery store. Plus, you can take some for yourself.

    • July 24, 2014 at 7:40 pm

      I like your theory Amy. Goes along with the Adamsonion theory of mice, quite well. We’re being played here Amy. And, why, may I ask, do you not own a pet?

      I will try it, thanks. It’s cheaper and quicker than a vet appointment and I’m all about the easy fix.

      Thanks mah love!

  5. July 25, 2014 at 6:01 pm

    Melatonin? How does that work? Hey, and what’s a “thunder jacket”?

    • July 25, 2014 at 11:35 pm

      Melatonin is just a nutritional supplement that causes a relief of minor anxiety and a thunder jacket is supposed to do the same for dogs. It gives them a feeling of womb-like comfort, apparently. Only thing is, it’s hot in Florida.

      Thanks Karen!

  6. July 30, 2014 at 6:32 pm

    She’s persistent isn’t she. Yes indeed. Poor thing.

    Our Little Bit hates thunder and lightening and fireworks. Outside of that she’s a perfect angel.

    Have a fabulous day. 🙂

    • July 30, 2014 at 6:39 pm

      She’s nothing if not persistent. Well, maybe a bit annoying as well.

      Thanks CP!

  7. July 31, 2014 at 4:37 am

    Haha, loved the post. It’s fair to say dogs are pretty crazy, but we love em’ for it (usually).

    • July 31, 2014 at 8:27 am

      She’s unique, I love her for that. She’s a rescue so I have to give her a little more patience and love.

      Thanks Lee!

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