Alarming Up

We have always been thankful that unless someone steps onto our boat, Maggie doesn’t normally bark should anyone go by.
This was also a godsend when we were camping, and the only time I remember her grumbling through the night was when she was on Rat Watch in Anglesey and we’d pitched our tent next to a haystack trying to shelter from the wind. That was also the time Hubby almost took hang gliding lessons with said tent across the bay and we ended up putting storm lines inside as well as out to keep us on the ground!
tent frameOne thing about having a dog is that they can sense things before we do, and so if Maggie ‘alarms up’ we are made aware that something is going on that perhaps we should know about.  On the other hand, it can be a right pain in the middle of the night when she becomes restless rather than simply alert, which normally ends up with Hubby getting dressed and taking her out.

Once again I have been awake since the early hours. Nothing I can put my finger on, but awake I was and couldn’t get back to sleep.
The dog got off the bed and trotted down into the kitchen to get a drink which is not unusual. She didn’t come back to bed though, but chose to stay at the bottom on the floor.
Something was going on outside, and having no idea of the time, I just lay there listening to ensure she didn’t want to go out and it was just something that had disturbed her. She lay down by the radiator, but every so often I could make out the shadow of her head as she quietly looked up and around before settling down again.

Hubby stirred and mumbled, but didn’t seem to be awake enough to warrant getting up just in case.
There was a bit of rumbling, banging and heavy footsteps, which meant that our academic neighbours were on the move and obviously wanted to get an early start.
It is difficult to be quiet when there is a wind blowing, pontoons are rocking and ropes are creaking most of the time, but normally people don’t enhance the issue by having a radio going and holding a normal volume conversation over the top of it.
They have only been here a few days and Maggie has been disturbed every night since their arrival. We have heard his repertoire on his piccolo in the evenings, more on a stringed instrument of some kind but not guitar or violin, and last time they visited, he got the bagpipes out (boats are not soundproofed by the way).
The weather was also better then so Maggie got extra walks!sheep-bagpipeShe eventually got back on the bed and snuggled into her corner. Hubby was now lying on his front gently buzzing away, so I settled down to hopefully get back to sleep, still having no idea of the time.
Hubby got up at 7am and our neighbours were just leaving their boat to begin their journey home.  Doors were banged closed and locked and the rumbling we’d heard was the trundle trolley, which they could have brought down last night before retiring rather than get up and collect it before dawn.
When we left at 5am to visit my Mum a week or so ago we tried to be considerate of our neighbours, ensuring our hatch doors didn’t bang, trying to unzip and rezip the covers quietly and not saying a word to each other as we walked carefully up to the car park.
All being well we should have a full night’s sleep tonight. We all need it!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Alarming Up

  1. There’s one in every neighborhood. We nicknamed ours The Commotions.

  2. scifihammy says:

    Some people are just plain noisy! I hope you sleep well tonight! 🙂

  3. I wonder if one of them is deaf? Or partially deaf? The Turk blew an eardrum a good 10 years ago now and even after 2 operations he still walks around like an elephant. He is a Hurricane everytime he walks into a room.

    • No I don’t think so. They are rather well to do and a little selfish, but we normally get on OK and when they visit, most time they take their boat out for a few days. Last year, they were away for almost three months.

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