George was barking at 6.30 this morning. Normally I'd ignore it and wait until Husband couldn't stand it any more and got up but ... I began to worry.
Only George was barking.
Why wasn't Lobo barking too? Was he ill? Had he been more subdued than usual yesterday? Was he lying at the bottom of the stairs feeling proper poorly and George was alerting us?
I had to get up and see.
Lobo was bouncing at the foot of the stairs, wagging his tail, looking very pleased to see me, and not at all unwell.
I let them out for a wee, and went back to bed.
Some time later I spotted a long-legged spider spidering his way across the ceiling over our bed, heading towards our heads. Every so often he lost his grip and flopped and dangled in mid-air.
Fortunately we have a super-king-size bed so I could keep adjusting my head position depending on which way he was progressing, but I looked away for a minute and when I looked back he had disappeared!
Then I spotted him coming down the wall - but on Husband's side luckily.
Eventually he chose a corner of the room to settle in and I could relax.
Honestly, some mornings are just too traumatic.