Popular Post Hillscreek Posted January 12, 2016 Popular Post Share Posted January 12, 2016 It was 1.00 am. I'm snuggled in bed. Angus is in the next room in his crate like always. I hear a tiny sound. I think he's dreaming. I turn over and go to sleep. Again I hear this sound, a little louder and more like a whimper. Oh my goodness is he sick? I get up, get somewhat dressed.As you know no fencing here and wild beasts abound so I always walk him out on his leash. I totter outside.It's dark and starry. He does his business. We go back. He wags his tail and doesn't look sick. He goes in his crate. I go back to bed. Silence. Then it's almost 2.00 am. Same thing as before. I am worried. He has never cried in his crate not even when he first came home. What the heck? I open his crate.He comes out. I ask him what's the matter. He walks around. I'm sure he is not sick but what...? We both look around see nothing out of the usual. Wait. What's that? What is his blankie doing over there? He has a folded fleece blanket in his crate. Sometimes he drags it out during the day and makes a bed to lay on. I must have forgot to make sure it was in his crate at bedtime. Poor,poor Angus - he'd been lying on the plastic insert - so hard and no doubt quite cold. I felt bad. I fixed his bed. We slept in peace the rest of the night. Hard to believe he was so polite. During the day if he thinks something needs attention he barks in a demanding manner, and stares at me till something is done about it. 14 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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