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December 10, 2007
Things That Go Squeak in the Night
The morning started off normal enough. I had this grand plan that I was going to get in both my swim and my lift BEFORE work. Not usually a problem because I can't really be late for work per se (I have flex hours so whenever I get in is fine, just as long as I finish my work) but the problem is if I don't get in early enough I'm no where near ready enough to present my patients for rounds and that just leads to ugliness.
So anyway, I get to the pool and have a great swim, change quickly and get in a great lift. Things are looking good.
I'm home, iced, fed and in the shower in excellent time. While in the shower though, things start to take a turn for the worse.
Because that's when the squeaking started.
The first time I heard it I didn't think much of it. And then the second time I thought I was hearing things. It certainly wasn't giving me any urgency to hurry things up and investigate.
And then Roxy came rushing into the bathroom with a look of terror. Uh oh.
I finished up and grabbed my towel and as I opened up the shower door Roxy jumped into the shower with me. This was not good. I had never seen her like this. She was obviously very scared of whatever was squeaking. And of course O had already left for work.
I contemplated just standing in the shower with the dog for the rest of the day. But my dripping wet hair and the fact that it's really cold in our house and I was really wet made me think otherwise.
As I summoned up the courage to confront the squeaking I asked Roxy what was out there.
No reply.
So I start tip-toeing out into the hallway and what does our fearless guard dog do? She continues to cower in the bathtub of course! :)
To make a long story short, I still haven't figured out what the squeaking was (and yes, I was very late for work). My first theory was the smoke detector. But it was working just fine. Then I thought the CO2 detector. Again, nothing wrong there. Then I got really scared because I was convinced our bat was back but try as I might I couldn't find any bats or mice or other squeaking varmits. And then the squeaking stopped and I really had no hope of figuring it out.
The problem was, Roxy was beside herself. She was literally shaking and WOULD not remove herself from my leg. I felt horribly doing it but I finally REALLY had to go to work and to do so I had to shut the door in her face! The squeaking really had her! I even considered calling off work but didn't think "my dog is afraid for me to leave the house" a good enough excuse. :)
I was imaging all day what Roxy might be up to and really hoped some little wild animal wasn't attacking her or tearing apart our house. (is this how people feel when their children are sick at home? :) After work I had a massage scheduled but I raced home first to make sure Roxy was still alive.
And you know what? She was absolutely fine. Begging for dinner like always.
I will admit she is still a little skittish but I have yet to hear the squeaking again so I'm hoping that by tomorrow morning she will have forgotten everything. Either that or she totally played me all day long seeing as how she got a very large amount of treats because I felt so bad for her. Come to think of it - that is starting to sound like quite a viable theory....
Posted by beth at December 10, 2007 7:07 PM