Oh, The Noise
We had a three-day setback over the weekend with the ever-illusive Coming Inside Problem that only crops up in the summertime and only in the evening. As usual, I’m unable to peg what caused Lilly to decide once again that the house was SUPER scary, but it seems to be better. Even though, get this, Tom is currently in the basement using a small jackhammer-like thing.
Yep. He’s down there banging away. The compressor is running. It’s noisy as crap around here tonight, and Lilly was just laying outside the front door — happy as could be.
When I suggested it was perhaps time for dinner, she came right in with zero qualms.
I still think I’ll institute the no-going-outside-after-dinner rule (except to the dog pen to potty) for a few more days, but I’m feeling pretty good about this new .75 mg twice a day dose of the alprazolam, which is meant to specifically target her sound sensitivity.
I don’t want to jinx myself, but I’ve even been able to open the SCARY window over the kitchen sink several times recently without a fear-related incident.
Now … if I could only get rid of this hideous cold I managed to catch. My poor aching ears aren’t taking the noise as well as our brave canine protagonist.
And, shoot, since I’m germy, I guess we’re staying home from training class tomorrow. I am NOT one of those people who goes out in public when I’m sick. So, in the meantime, I’ll keep forcing the fluids, eating healthy stuff, and snuggling with the pups until this darn virus runs its course.