The noise makers were out in full force again last night. This time, I called security and made a complaint, and they sent someone 15 minutes later, to most politely tell the raucous revelers to lower the noise level. Well, it worked to some extent. The decibel levels fell, and the party folk then left an hour afterwards, making their exit a dramatic one, perhaps in a final show of retaliation? I was treated to a brief but painful sonic display of furniture being dragged, doors slamming an other popping banging sounds, which had me clutching my blankie in heart palpitating anxiety mode while it lasted. Anyway, at least they were gone at around 12am instead of 2am. That meant 5 hours of sleep instead of just 3. Better, not ideal, but better is appreciated. In a world dominated by inconsiderate boisterous people, the contrary ones often just have to make do, and struggle along. I did feel a sense of achievement that I actually made that phone call. It will be easier if I have to do so again. Bravo, Bunny!
Well, we made it to my art studio today. The extra two hours of sleep really did help! However, on our way home, Lucy refused to get up the shuttle bus. So, there I was, desperately tugging, persuading, bribing etc, but nope, the 29kg hound remained rooted to the ground, and no way could I carry her inside. Fortunately, the bus driver is a lovely, kind person, and she lowered the wheelchair ramp for us to get on.
I am certain it was a sensory panic, but I am not sure exactly what agitated her. I should have seen it coming, as she had been increasingly reluctant to climb up. I checked her legs for sprains or injuries and she seems fine. She bounced down the bus without problem and trotted all the way home quite happily. Perhaps the high steps made it more difficult for her to hoist herself up, and there isn’t enough room for her to navigate in, as there is a seat very close to the doorway. Poor baby girl. Cruel, clueless, insensitive human mumma! Even with my hypersenses, I am so much less attuned to Lucy than she is to me. Dogs are such incredible sensory beings, while being ever willing to please and adjust to us humans.
My head was pounding fiercely by the time we reached the sanctuary of home. I scrambled for panadol, and then decided to cook a spicy punchy Laksa for dinner. My senses somehow yearned for that strong stab between the eyeballs! I popped downstairs to the IGA, and picked up a packet of Hokkien noodles, a small pack of Hainanese fish balls and some cooked prawns. The latter was a mistake, I didn’t need them after all, but they will keep for the next serving. I cooked enough Laksa broth for four servings.
Lucy had her boiled egg while I ate my dinner. A little treat for us both. Lavishness indeed! I think we deserved it anyway, we’d had a long and tiring day. Baby Girl has decided she doesn’t want to go outside for her evening walky. She is fast asleep in bed now – diagonally positioned with her head over on my side of the bed, so that I would cuddle and stroke her when I crawl in.