On Friday night, we were minding our own business, catching up on some TV shows when the power disappeared. I had been sleeping in my spot in the other room, but quickly came to the couch area so squeeze up next to my people.
|picture taken when the lights were out|
A few minutes later (maybe 5 but it felt like 87 million), after we all just sat in the dark for a bit hoping it would come back on, it did. Then I needed to sit on the couch with Lady and make sure we were all ok.
I may look a little happy in the last picture, but I am not really. I am scared.
The power went out for a few minutes on Sunday as well. Lady was her office doing some stuff and I pushed myself right up against her door, willing her to open it and let me in. When it came back on, she had to go to the laundry room to check the machines, and I went with her. I curled up under the clothes drying rack.
I may be a big strong dog, but Lady says I turn into a suck-a-bear when the power goes out. I don't like the house being silent and in this case very dark.
Does anything scare you?
Trying to be brave, Phod