Eloise hasn't been feeling so hot the past couple of days. She has a pretty sensitive stomache and the long weekend brought probably a few too many human food treats that didn't agree with her. So now she's eating plain white rice with her plain dry food, and she's bummed. She's laying around and occasionally running to the back door dancing around when an emergency strikes. Poor pupper.
Plus it's thundering and lightning which brings out the booming bark in my sweet faced girl. Although I don't think it's fear that makes her bark, it's sort of more like she's disciplining the thunder, yelling back, telling the loud noise to keep it down, to behave, like she disciplines the cats. Unfortunately the cacophony was resounding, with Thunder screaming and Eloise not backing down for a minute, reprimanding Thunder for interupting her quiet night at home, ruining her opportunity to milk all the stomachache-related sympathy she could out of the humans. After an hour or so of Eloise and Thunders argument, I finally had had enough, and hooked up the fan that I normally keep in my room and put the air on full blast to drown out the thunder noise. So far so good. We have peace.
