what? Me worry?

It’s no secret: I’m a worrier. It’s genetic, I can’t help it. I come from a long line of women worriers. Both my chiropractor and my massage therapist have commented on the mess my neck and shoulders are in. I’m pretty sure it’s the worrying. I worry with my neck and shoulders. I can feel them bunch up.
I know worrying is not good for me. I try and relax my neck and shoulders, but I seem doomed to obsess on everything.
For instance: At 1 a.m. this morning, Batman, who was in his crate, barked and whined. This is his signal he needs to go out. Batman rarely needs out at night, so, I’m immediately on the alert. Why does he need out? Before he gets to the back door, he stops by the water bowl and slurps up all the water. This makes me more anxious. Outside he runs around and around the yard and rolls on his back. Is he playing or having some kind of attack? My first thought is the spray I used to try and scare the chipmunks really was toxic and he got into it. I immediately imagine Batman dying of poisoning. Then, he runs back up to me, licks my face and says he is ready to go back in.
At 3 a.m. he barks again. This really worries me. He has only done this one other time and that was when he had diarrhea. Once more he runs all over the yard, rolls on his back, etc. I bring him in and lay on the guest bed so he can lay beside me. He is panting and seems very wiggly. I begin to wonder if I should look up the address of the 24 hour emergency vet. I go online and look up the company that made the chipmunk deterrent. The website swears it is non toxic.
I wonder if Batman will eat, so I give him some food. Yep, his appetite is just fine. I wonder if he will play, so I get out his favorite tug toy and we play tug in the living room, which wakes the old dog Scooby up, who comes in to join the fun. Batman plays just fine. A logical, sane person would now conclude that there is nothing wrong with the dog. But, I’m a worrier. I lay on the couch with Batman on the floor so I can watch him. I turn a fan on. This makes him stop panting and he goes to sleep. However, it is now 4:45 and my alarm goes off at 5:30. I decide there is really no reason to go back to sleep.
I took a really long shower and when I got out, Batman is sitting there wagging his tail and grinning. I realize that I’m pretty sure I’ve been scammed.
When I tell Curt that I actually haven’t been in bed since about 3 and that I was up before that too, he tells me I have just taught my dog that if he whines and barks and gets agitated at night, I’ll play with him. Great, now something else to worry about.