Duncan

When he first got here, Duncan was afraid of everything.  He never slept sound and he was afraid of thunderstorms.  Well, Duncan has been with me for 3 years and he has claimed his place.  The other night we had a bad thunderstorm.  Missy went nuts.  I was on the futon with her in my lap.  I also had Jock in my lap because he was jealous of the attention Missy was getting.  It started around 3:45am.  I turned the lights on, located flashlights in case I lost power.  I set out candles. And I delt with Missy.  About halfway through the storm, I looked over at the bed where Duncan was asleep.  He sat up, hair over his eyes.  A really bright flash of lightening popped.  I thought ok now I will have three dogs in my lap.  Duncan yawned, lay down and went back to sleep.  That storm didn't faze him at all. 

Sunday morning, Daisy got me up at 5am.  I got up, put Daisy, Missy and Jock out, waited for them to come back in,  went back to bed.  Duncan had not moved.  At 6:30am, I got up, went to the kitchen, fixed their food, put Daisy's down, put Missy's down, put Jock's down and assumed that Duncan would be awake and demanding to be lifted off the bed.  Not.  I had to go in and pick him up.  He was so sound asleep, he yelped when I picked him up.  I had to wait for him to wake up so he could eat.  Not a fear in the world.  Finally.