Last night, we went to bed around 10:30, and for once in my life, I fell asleep pretty quickly.
At precisely 3:40am, I awoke to what sounded like Lucy scrambling to get up (as she sometimes does when she’s startled or has an itch) and sat up to see what she was doing. But she wasn’t on her bed.
And she wasn’t next to ours.
Or over by the dresser.
Or the closet.
So I got up an opened the bedroom door and there she sat, looking at me like
before walking to her nice soft bed and curling up.
We never even check to see if she’s in there before we shut the door - she just always is. Who knows what the hell she was doing, but I felt awful. She’s a nervous dog and really prefers to be near us. I’m surprised she didn’t whine at the door to be let in.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Last time, I didn’t realize she was out there until like 7 am.