What Do You Do if You are Awakened by Your 200-lb Baby?

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

My chest suddenly felt weighed down.  I opened my eyes and didn’t see anything.  I moved my hand to rub the area that hurt and then I felt it:  fur.

Suddenly, the room lit up, a BOOM resounded in my ear, and hail was hitting the roof with a steady pounding.

I began to pet my 200-lb male English Mastiff who was lying across my chest and shivering in fear.

The room continued to be intermittently lit up.  Thunder roared. The rain continued.

I forced my dog off of me and he followed me into the kitchen where I have the best view of the night sky.  Yep, definitely a lightning storm.  The kind of lightning storm you only see once every 3-4 years.  Lightning was zig-zagging everywhere, lighting up the Heavens.  Thunder was almost constant.  Hail would mix with periods of just rain.

I went back to bed, my baby close behind.  He jumped back up, stepping on my foot in the process, and laid right next to me, his massive head on my side.

Then he jumped down, stepping over me once again and this time missing me somehow, and after a minute was back with his head in my face.

He jumped up again (after nuzzling me for a moment) and laid back down again.

This repeated itself for the entire length of the storm (about an hour).

I couldn’t yell at my poor dog.  After all, he didn’t understand.  I often wonder what goes through his mind when he hears those loud booms from Heaven.  I know he doesn’t have a concept of dying so it’s not that.  But what does drive him to seek me out? Maybe it’s like Chicken Little–The sky is falling, the sky is falling!!

Maybe it’s pure instinct; instinct that drives him to his leader and protector (me) when he’s scared, confused, or befuddled.

If he could, he would have climbed up into my body and cowered until he deemed it safe to emerge.

I did the only thing I could do:  tried to sleep in-between his antics.

Poor thing.  This is my dog whom we got at age 4 months from a breeder and when we got him he had a huge gash on his ear.  So, I’ve always inferred he was either abused or left outside with other dogs.  He’s also afraid of people.  Most find this amusing as he does weigh 200 pounds.

He’s a big dog with just a big of heart.  But you have to earn his love.  He stays away from everyone excepting those in his inner circle.

He’s a big lump of fur who’s precious when he’s scared and needs his mama.

Just like my other human babies.  But he’s my baby too.

2 thoughts on “What Do You Do if You are Awakened by Your 200-lb Baby?

  1. Oh how I can empathize with you. I too have dogs. Permit me to give you a morning laugh. I just had to share a funny story that happened to me. It was
    about 4 AM this morning when the storm must have broken out, and my dogs are just paranoid when it storms, so I arose to get them corralled. I realized that it was really raining hard, and it sounded as though we might be getting hail with it, and then I heard what I interpreted to be the tornado warning go on for some time, and I thought boy if I were asleep, I’m not certain that would wake me!” Immediately I prayed, “Oh Lord, you are the Creator of All and who would understand the furiousness of these storms better than You. Please spare the people of Kewanee so that we don’t suffer the devastation these storms are creating around us. Be our refuge and our strength! In Jesus’ name, Amen.” The storm seemed to almost immediately calm down. About three pre dawn hours later, I hear another “siren” blowing, but it sounded “so close”, that I opened by back door to hear it better, and there in the driveway stood my car, just as I had left it, with windows down, so it wouldn’t be so hot inside. and the horn blowing loudly. I rushed outside in my night gown and attempted to pull the keys out of the ignition, but it didn’t stop. Climbing in on the soggy seat, I tried to open the hood, but with no success. It finally stopped when I started the car.and rolled up the windows. “Thank the Lord!

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