My female Maremma woke me up one night by placing her cold nose on my cheek and pushing.
It happens every time there is a storm, because he is afraid of thunder. That night there was a storm. So like all the other times I placed a hand on her back and caressed her in an attempt to calm her down. But when I hugged her, whispering "don't worry, it's just a storm", she freed herself and ran along the corridor that leads to the room.
While half asleep, the question mark that appeared on my head dissolved in a few moments. I fell asleep again.
And here again is his big cold nose peeking out on my cheek. I reached across the bed and hugged her again. She stood there a while, but when she was sure of my attention, she ran away again, down the hall.
Now awake, I got up and followed her. I turned on the light in the room and found everything in order. Doors and windows closed, nothing out of place. Yes, the wind made a lot of noise, but I couldn't do anything about that. I didn't understand what Belle wanted from me.
I sat next to her and looked at her. His big eyes were trying to tell me something, but I didn't understand what. I caressed her and started to get up. Belle took my arm in her jaws, loosely, and showed me the saddest look she could muster. I realized that he wanted to sleep next to me for a while because he was afraid of the storm. He had the absolute right to get into the big bed, but he wanted to sleep with me for a bit. That's why he took me to the couch.
I lay down a little close to her, who was wagging her tail happily. And perhaps not only for having obtained what she wanted but, I like to think, for the fact that she was able to communicate her needs to me. We slept together for a while, with my arm around her, soothing her. When I woke up it was still night and I noticed that she was no longer there. The storm was over.
Belle was waiting for me by the bed. I got back into bed and fell asleep immediately again, with an arm outstretched to hug her.
The relationship with your dog is built day by day, and it is the little things, like the one I have told you about, that contribute to creating those indissoluble relationships typical of man with his dog.
Our dog is happy to learn a lot from us, as long as we are willing to learn something from him.
