So, with that in mind, I'd like to share a story about Rooney. A "Rooney-ism" if you will. When we arrived in Duncannon, PA we decided to spend a night at the well-known hiker hotel, The Doyle. It's an old historic building that has a bar/restaurant on the first floor and hotel rooms on the top two floors. There is no air conditioning and the windows don't have screens so you basically just sweat it out with the windows closed or accept bugs into your room in exchange for a breeze. We chose to keep the windows open and hope for the best.
Right away we knew it was going to be a rough night. The flies seemed to be pouring into our room and settling in for the long haul. Rooney is tortured by bugs of all kinds, but flies are his nemesis. He snaps at them, chases them and ultimately tries to eat them just to be rid of their buzzing. When he sees one, there is no getting through to him. He blocks out everything around him and only hears the fly.
So when no less than 216 flies invaded our room that day, Rooney went into full blown panic attack. He was actually stressed out. You could see the panic and helplessness on his face and no matter what we did he didn't hear our voices.
So, we did the only thing we could think of... we set up our tent in our tiny hotel room. Rooney views the tent as a safe place and his home. The bug netting keeps him safe from pests, but it's also the place he has come to trust as a constant in his life while our surroundings are changing every day. As soon as it was up, he jumped in the tent and promptly took a nap.
So there you have it... a snapshot at life with a Weim and just one of the many Rooney-isms we have come to know and love!