We all know the cliche'd "What, Girl, Timmy fell in the Well?" routine. Lassie the collie (actually played by a male dog) saves the day, every time.
At 4:15 this morning, Mookie wouldn't stop pestering me. Click, click, click go the toenails on the floor. Click, click, click, NUDGE! with that long collie nose. Click, click, click. Click, click, click SHOVE! No amount of "schttt!" or "quiet" or "go lie down" or "get on your couch" would make him quit being such a pain while I tried to sleep. So I got up, irritated that he was too hungry to sleep, or that his joints wouldn't permit him rest. I grabbed his collar and steered him to his dog-couch, which he steadfastly refused to get onto.
And then I heard it: Beeeeep. Hmmm, something electronic is going off. Sounds like a battery from the smoke alarms. Every 4 minutes for well over an hour, I did my best to trace where the sound was coming from (my hearing makes it difficult to pinpoint noises). He stayed with me the whole time, as I checked the upper and lower floors, each room for the smoke detectors, carbon monoxide detectors or whatever it was that might be making the noise. (I did finally find it.)
If it had been a real emergency, I know he would not have rested till he rousted me from bed too. What an awesome dog!
