Last night the funniest/saddest thing happened at our house. We were laying on the couch watching TV before bed and there was a fly in our house. The fly was bugging Chevy, they normally annoy her. She snaps at them and she even caught one in her mouth one time, didn't quite know what to do with it once she got it. She started acting strange pacing around and going in and out of the dog door. She went into Marq's office and just sat in his chair in the dark for awhile.
When we went into our bedroom for the night she was laying on the bed waiting for us to brush our teeth and tuck her in when she realized that the fly had followed us into our room. It was buzzing around my the lamp on my nightstand. Chevy flipped! She started pacing around our bed and then jumped down and ran into the dark living room, tail between her legs. I picked her up and she was shaking. Marq trapped the fly in the bathroom and killed him where Chevy saw him laying dead on the bathroom floor. I put her back on our bed she jumped right down, ran out the dog door and sat on the back porch crying. She was so upset! I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was REALLY sad but hilarious at the same time. I have NEVER seen her act like this! She ran to our back gate and when Marq opened it she darted all the way out to the street. She wanted away from this fly-infested house ASAP! (I was in a nightgown and Marq in his boxers mind you!)
We finally got her back into our bedroom and turned off all the lights. She sat on our bed between us in the dark and refused to lay down. She spent another 10 or 15 minutes jumping down into her bed, back onto our bed, sniffing around the bathroom where she saw the dead fly and out the dog door into the back yard before she finally calmed down. What a night!
