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What happened with our foster, Annie the night Irma was approaching: We'd not had her very long, but long enough to know she was housebroken. At the time she was a very nervous dog, paced frequently and set to barking for seemingly no good reason, no matter how recently she had been taken out. I put her on a leash to restrict her pacing that Irma night, and sat on the floor with her, allowing her only the length of the leash. To be honest, I didn't want to go out in that wind and rain. She paced and paced, and finally ruined a throw rug.

Stupid me. I once read a book about a golden guide dog who had to be retired and so was given to a noted mystery author. At the time, they told him, "If this dog does anything wrong, it will be your fault." They had company over one evening, ignored the dog when she kept coming up to the author, until she finally peed in a corner. As they were chastising the dog and cleaning up, the author remembered the comment of the guide dog people and felt terrible.

I too felt terrible for Annie, although I didn't chastise her. My penance was taking her out in the storm four more times during the night. I had to throw the rug out. I think you are faster at the switch than I, ajbrown.

Annie is over the runs (took a week and a trip to the emergency vet day after the storm because everything else was closed). She has also become less anxious the longer she is with us. However, I'm not sure I've become any more perceptive!

Again, not trying to hijack your thread, but thought you might be interested in a similar story with a less fortunate outcome. :-(