Boom!

Last night started routinely. We went to bed more or less simultaneously. I found my favorite spot under the covers in the crook of Grandpa's knees, and the only problem as usual was that Grandpa kept shifting the position of those knees. But I adjusted.

Later I was sleeping on top of the covers between grandparents when suddenly, "BOOM" shook the house. Well, I went straight upright, leapt from the bed, and barked to warn all and sundry: "Man the barricades! Alert! Alert! Repel boarders! To arms, to arms!" After a moment's riot, and no repeat of the sound, I calmed down, but just to be sure I sniffed all around the room to detect any aliens who might have snuck in. Finding none, I was back on the bed. In the meantime, Grandpa had said, "Well, that's something you don't often hear in late November." I'm not sure what he was referring to. I could hear that it was raining outside, and I was glad to be snuggled in with grandparents and Dizzy.

Later I got off the bed and curled up next to Papa, but Grandpa saw me and lifted me back into bed. I accepted this for awhile, but then returned to the floor near Papa for part of the night.

The night's excitement must still have been affecting me, however, since I woke everyone at 6 a.m.. Grandma took Dizzy and me out, but it was raining, so we didn't get much of a walk. Then all of us (including Papa) returned to bed for another couple hours.

The morning has been largely lazy. Grandma is gone, and Grandpa has taken us out a couple times. Otherwise, we're still just recovering from the night's excitement and sleeping a bit. Grandpa did let a Met Museum catalog slip to the kitchen floor. Yum! It tastes good. He later retrieved it, however; what a spoilsport.

I'll talk to Dizzy about her guest-writing some of these blog entries. I may have to coach her a bit. Watch for it, perhaps soon.