One thing about having a dog is that they ‘alarm up’ if something is out of kilter.
Maggie is pretty good, she will bark during the day, but if she hears something out of the ordinary at night, she is alert but quiet, save for a low rumble in the throat.
Our property is around 170 years old, and I am familiar with the usual creaks and groans of the old gal’s ‘bones’ as she cools down and settles after a warm day.
Last night, I heard ‘something’ that woke me from the land of Dozy Nodd, and whatever it was unsettled the dog to the extent that she scrabbled under the bed. This in itself is unusual as she only sleeps under the bed when it gets really hot in the summer. She ended up squeezing herself into the far corner of the bedroom by the window.
The good news was she wasn’t shaking, but something had disturbed her, she was on alert and she was far from happy.
Hubby and I both got up to investigate, letting her out in the process, to which she bolted down to the bottom of the garden and stayed there (it was 2 am) .
We soon discovered what it was though. The battery in our carbon monoxide alarm was low, and was intermittently blipping out its ‘replace me’ warning.
Carbon Monoxide is a silent killer, and anyone with gas appliances or open fires should really consider getting one if they don’t have one already.
Obviously the pitch was too much for our pooch and she wanted to get as far away from it as possible.
Getting her in was ‘fun’. I ended up padding down the garden in my nightie and slippers to pick her up (doing a moonie as the wind caught me unawares) and carry her indoors.
At 15kg, she is not light!
Eventually, we all settled down again and Hubby was soon doing his buzz saw impression. Maggie was tight against my hip, but sitting upright until with a resounding thump, sigh and sleepy grunt she flopped. Every so often her head would come up as she listened to make sure all was again right in her world, and by 3am she was snoring gently.
This morning I awoke to find her snuggled on Hubby’s side (he was already up and supping his first morning cuppa) , my arm positioned ‘just so’ to rub between her chest and tummy. If I moved, she manoeuvred my arm back to its original position, turning her head to grin at me and sigh contentedly.