Way 61: Get the driveway repaved. Not sure if it was the smell of the asphalt, the sound of the trucks and machines, the people outside and occasionally coming to the door or some of each that freaked her out. At any rate my poor girl was beside herself. She was shaking, crying, destroyed a towel from the bathroom (even though during this one of us was always home) and for part of it took refuge under my desk (something she has never done before).
|Hiding under Lady's desk|