Several of you asked why Phoebe didn’t bark and wake me up when Timmy fell into the well — uh! No — when the washing machine hose split and flooded the downstairs. Well, Phoebe is mellowing out. She sleeps in the bedroom with Inca, Chase and me. They all go outside before bed, but once we turn out the lights, they sprawl out — two on the bed and Phoebe on a luxury cushion on the floor at the foot. The puppy is in his prison in the living room, but the waters did not get to the living room and dining room, so he did not scream for help.
Phoebe has actually begun napping in the same room as visiting people and has cut down on the frantic barking. Right now, she’s not happy that there are workers in the house, but she’s been pretty quiet about it. So, the short story is that all my dogs, and the visiting queen, are useless when it comes to alerting me to spraying water.