This unlikely cause and effect is because as Boomer gets older he has no tolerance for bright lights and loud noises. We discovered this around the 4th of July when he started climbing in closets and wedging himself in the cramped corners of the bathroom. His new behavior also explained the numerous chewed up boards on the brand new fence out back.
Although it is the wee hours of the morning, no one is sleeping in our house. Neither is Nana Kissi apparently who, like every other Seattlite is amazed at how much snow has fallen and is snapping away next door. Matt noticed the flashes and had to open the door and share some good natured grief (why not open the door and yell ... it's only 1:00 am and 18 degrees).
A few minutes later we heard an odd scratching and scraping noise. I went to investigate as Matt was rocking Cece to sleep. There was Boomer in the tub. Good thing I could get the shot without the flash or he'd be in Idaho by now. I am happy to report he is currently snug in his bed as are Honey, Daddy and Cece in theirs. I'm right behind ... as soon as I get the nervously shedded fur out of the tub.
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