Lizzie was up at midnight, standing by our bedroom door, needing to urinate.
That was okay, I let her out and she came right back in.
An hour later, she barked after she Trumped in the kitchen.
It took longer to settle her down that time. She refused to move and kept her hind legs stiff and locked. I brought a couple of rugs up from the basement to give her some footing. Ron helped by talking with her.
She did eventually get up and went back to sleep in the second bedroom, and she was fine this morning. She did a “leak” on her own, and a Trump when Ron took her for a walk.