Our dog Churchill was not allowed upstairs the first two years we had him. It gave the cats a place to escape. It helped that Churchill is afraid of stairs.
Once J came, we figured it'd give Churchill a whole nother layer of house to explore and find some companionship it. Now he only goes up when we call. He seems glad to be there, but just as glad to go back down.
Two nights ago, in the middle of the night, I heard the floor boards creak. I looked in the doorway to see if A was coming to us; maybe she'd had a bad dream. I saw no one, though. A few seconds later, I heard the familiar jingle of Churchill's collar. "What are you doing up here,Churchill?!" came from me. "Go downstairs!" I finished. I heard the jingle disappear down the hall.
A few moments later, I heard something else. A beep every three minutes or so, that was guaranteed to irratate my sleep. I asked Matt to go check it out.
Turns out the smoke detector in the hall leading to J's room had a battery running low. As Matt came back upstairs, he found Churchill-laying in Arcadia's doorway, facing out. Protecting her, perhaps?
He's not come up since. We sincerely wonder if he knew that sound wasn't right, and was either warning us or was ready to protect us.
Either way, what a pooch!
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