Last night was, for lack of a better term, brutal. It had absolutely nothing to with RSD at the time, but the after effects are all RSD related!! Kiva and I had our date night last night. We had pizza, ice cream, took a walk, watched a movie, and we were in our beds by 11. We had a great night!!! The chaos began at 11:30.
Kiva had already tucked me in and had returned to her own bed. I was just about to turn off the light on my nightstand when she started in with her guttural growl. Before I could angle my body over the edge of the bed to see what she was going on about, the growl turned into a full blown German Shepherd "alert" bark as she sprang into a full run to the living room window. I grabbed my machete (yes, I have a machete) from under my bed and quickly followed her. I flipped the porch light switch to "on" and joined Kiva on the couch to examine our outer world through the window. Nothing. Not a cat, not a raccoon, not a burglar, not a lost drunk (yes, we've had those before), just silence and darkness. I turned the porch light off and we returned to the bedroom.
By 12:40 my heart rate had returned to it's normal thumping and I was able to turn off the light and attempt to find some form of sleep. At 1:45 she did it again. It started with the low, guttural growl again, but I didn't hear it, I felt it. At some point during that hour, she had rejoined me on my bed and had laid her head on my tummy as I slept. Before I could roll onto my side to turn on the nightstand light, she launched off of the bed in full blown "attack" mode. Machete in hand, I was hot on her heels. I turned the porch light on again, joined her on the couch again, and, again, nothing. I looked at her, scratched her by her ear, and said, "Spunkin, you have got to quit doing this! Back to bed!" The timer had turned off the tv in my room so I changed my bedtime movie and reset it for another 2 hours, not knowing if or when I would be able to fall back asleep. I put the machete back under my bed and opted for a little iPhone solitaire to calm me down again. The last time I remember looking at the clock, it was 2:30.
At 3:57 deja vu struck like lightening. Kiva was already at the living room window and I can only assume (you know what that means) that her 1st intention was to check it out before she woke me. Again I grabbed the machete. Again I turned on the porch light. Again I joined her at the window. Again nothing!! All of these quick movements getting out of bed were starting to cause a small skin flare that encompassed the right side of my body. The nerve sweats started kicking in before I had even returned the knife to it's holster. I turned on my ceiling fan, opened one of my bedroom windows, restarted the tv timer again, and Kiva was snoring on her bed before my head hit my pillows.
4:30. Light off. Still awake. Playing solitaire. Listening to my bedtime movie. Let the growls begin ... again!! I was about to scold that dang dog of mine when I heard a commotion through my open window. Without turning the nightstand light on, I pointed to the bedroom door and told Kiva to "GO!!" She unleashed the fury of her most relentless bark as she Usain Bolt-ed to the front window ... again. As I was reaching for my very large knife (again) I heard something metal clank on the sidewalk in front of my house. My heart began to hammer against my chest. I could feel sweat on my forehead. I was genuinely scared. This time I also grabbed my phone and started dialing 9-1-1. I flipped on the porch light, flung my front door open, brandished my pretty machete, and yelled, "What the hell???" (Kiva was still growling and barking and trying to get through the front window, like she does with the mailman.) In the time it took those 2 moronic males to say, "Oh shit!" Kiva had jumped over the arm of the couch and was literally standing on my feet, at the screen door. The 9-1-1 dispatcher had answered and I informed her that 2 "men" were trying to break into my car. Hearing all of the commotion on my end, she asked me if my dog was contained. HAHA!! I had to laugh. The 2 idiots OJ'd back up my street and around the corner. 2 cop cars showed up, 1 stayed with Kiva and me and the other took off in the direction of fools-r-us.
Needless to say, I have been up ever since. Very little sleep, stress induced skin flare, elevated heart rate, muscle spasms ... these things do not make for a happy camper. But the correlation between my dog and the story of the little boy who cried wolf just makes me giggle a little.
I have faith that Kiva will continue to protect me and alert me when something is not quite right in our world. I have faith that, although I have not heard from the police yet during actual daylight hours, they will catch the perps with the help of my descriptions. One officer said, "You're lucky to have a dog like her." I replied, "I know."
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