Sunday was a “Three Dog Night” at my house due to the storms.
That saying comes from olden times when it was so cold you needed three dogs in bed with you to keep you warm. Warmth was not the problem at my house.
I have three dogs. Ginger is a brindle pit bull, Cinnamon a sooner that is mostly hound, and Mika is a registered border collie. Mika at 60 pounds is tall and lean and the other two weigh about 80 pounds. They fit their species, with Ginger built like a tank and Cinnamon with long legs a little taller.
All were rescue dogs. Ginger showed up at a rental house, flea infested, skin and bones and with heart worms. She had a broken choke collar on her neck.
Cinnamon showed up at the gun club, full of puppy energy the Monday after I had to put Rip to sleep.
And Mika was from a renter that had to get rid of him due to allergies.
Ginger is terrified of lightning. I swear she can hear it thunder in Birmingham, Alabama. Several years ago Ginger and my lab Rip were in the back yard during a thunderstorm. They dug out under the gate and disappeared. A couple of days later we got a call that Rip had been hit by a car on Highway 19.
Linda took him to the vet and they hoped he would recover, but went into convulsions and had to be put down. Ginger wandered back home a couple of days later.
Cinnamon was never bothered by storms until lightning struck the house, burning out two TVs and a computer. She was in her wire kennel and I guess she got a shock. Now she will not go near her kennel when it thunders.
Mika is not bothered by anything.
With all the thunder Sunday night, we moved their beds to our bedroom. All went well until the thunder got loud about 1:00 AM and Ginger started whining. I finally got her into the bed where she buried under the sheet at our feet and went to sleep. The other two slept happily on their beds.
All three are pretty useless. Mika lives to chase a tennis ball and would kill himself chasing it if we kept throwing it. Ginger just waddles around unless chasing Mika and the ball. She will not bring it back, though.
With Cinnamon’s nose, I thought I might teach her to trail deer. She can sniff out a lost tennis ball in the weeds and loves to trail squirrels in the back yard.
A few years ago, I shot a deer that left a little blood trail but I could not find it. I got Cinnamon and put her on the trail. She would sniff the blood, follow it a few feet, then get distracted by a squirrel or sound in the woods. I don’t have a clue how to train a trail dog and never found that deer.
Dogs are wonderful companions, most of the time!