Mignarda
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Last night the smoke alarm went off when I took some low-carb biscuits out of the oven. Dickens's reaction was completely out-of-character. Usually when he encounters something that makes him afraid he'll identify it and then approach it very cautiously to investigate. Once he's satisfied that it's nothing harmful he accepts it. This was different, though, and I think it was because he couldn't identify the source of the noise. The alarm gave at least three or four distinct beeps before I could get to it and turn it off, and these must have been acutely painful to him. He ran out of the kitchen and tried to climb up onto Mama's lap; failing that he headed for the door with his head low and his ears pinned to his head.
Badly as I felt for him, I didn't want to make him think that it was some big deal. I maintained my equanimity and called him back into the kitchen, where I tried to give him a very nice treat, which he absolutely refused, and tried to duck back toward the door to be let out.
Mama thought it was funny, but I didn't agree. Dickens has a pretty even-tempered disposition, and I didn't want anything to happen that would destroy his self-confidence. So I took the smoke detector off the ceiling, showed it to him, and made it beep just one time. Then I held it out to him and let him approach it and examine it, to show him that in spite of the hellacious noise it was nothing that was going to hurt him.
Even with that, it took him a good hour before he returned to his normal self. For that hour he laid down beside me and actually allowed me to stroke his head and ears, which is generally something he hates! Today he's back to his normal self, but for that brief period of time it was really touch-and-go.
Badly as I felt for him, I didn't want to make him think that it was some big deal. I maintained my equanimity and called him back into the kitchen, where I tried to give him a very nice treat, which he absolutely refused, and tried to duck back toward the door to be let out.
Mama thought it was funny, but I didn't agree. Dickens has a pretty even-tempered disposition, and I didn't want anything to happen that would destroy his self-confidence. So I took the smoke detector off the ceiling, showed it to him, and made it beep just one time. Then I held it out to him and let him approach it and examine it, to show him that in spite of the hellacious noise it was nothing that was going to hurt him.
Even with that, it took him a good hour before he returned to his normal self. For that hour he laid down beside me and actually allowed me to stroke his head and ears, which is generally something he hates! Today he's back to his normal self, but for that brief period of time it was really touch-and-go.



Either he is the toughest thing on the planet or scary things! It helps when Sca is there though.