Yesterday was just one of those days. You know what I mean? On top of an icky day at work, our 20 minute commute took about an hour thanks to the rush hour snow shower. I barely had it in me to throw together dinner, but I did. And by 8:15 – I was ready to head to bed. So, I un-shamefully brushed and flossed my teeth and headed that way. And it was glorious. Until…
And it wasn’t the snow plow that woke me up. It was Myles having a freaking panic attack. Apparently, Myles has found a new enemy in the plower of snows. Awesome. In the years that I’ve had Myles I’ve never heard him have a reaction to the snow plow. I guess he thought that last night was the perfect night for a meltdown. Love you too, buddy.
Now, let me clarify, that Myles doesn’t just have a “bark” or a “whine.” He has this terrible screetching/screaming noise he makes. And. It’s. Terrible. Terrible. My anxiety and heart rate go up the minute I hear it, because it’s just so awful.
What weird phobias do your dogs have?