Is terrified of thunder. I'm not sure why it has started all of a sudden, but we had a whopper of a storm last night that shook the house. Poor baby was in bed with Sunny and I was half asleep. "Arooo" she says "Shut UP!" I say. I know they're fed, watered, walked and pottied. She just wants attention and I'm tired. "Arooooo!" "Oh for crying out loud, it's been raining and thundering all blasted week you dumb dog!" (I'm not so nice when I'm trying to sleep and I get woken up...
) "Arooooooooooooooooooooooo, whimper, whimper, highpitchedwhinethatmakesmewanttoshattermyowneardrumssoIdon'thavetohearit" "FINE" I say. I pull back the covers, and walk over to the crate to let them out.
Their ears perk up, and tails tentatively wag...they know I'm not happy. "GO OUT" I open the door, assuming that they must need to use to potty since that is the only reason they have EVER carried on like this before. So both dogs look at each other, then me, then step tippytoe outside. Thunder crashes and lightning flashes and tails get tucked in. They won't budge. "Go POTTY!" I exclaim, now fully awake and quite aggravated. They look up at the sky. Thunder crashes. "Aroooooo!" from my big, terrifying...eh, who am I kidding, she's a marshmallow puff, but anyway. Sunny decides to get into the act. So I bring them back inside. The house is literally shaking from the thunder and wind now. Both of them are at my feet pressed up against my legs shaking. "Oh brother" I said. Then I played with them for a little bit to get their mind off of the big scary storm. "Ya know, you ARE named Stormy...you'd think you wouldn't be afraid of a little weather. " I huff. Finally the storm has died down to a dull roar and the dogs are tired. I am exhausted. They lay down on top of each other, and go to sleep. I struggle for another half hour before I can doze off again. Why do I have dogs again? I thought they were supposed to protect me! (which...in this neighborhood, they actually do. Most people are terrified to come to my door. Which makes me pretty darn happy. If only they knew she was a kitten in pups clothing. :rofl1
) "Arooooooooooooooooooooooo, whimper, whimper, highpitchedwhinethatmakesmewanttoshattermyowneardrumssoIdon'thavetohearit" "FINE" I say. I pull back the covers, and walk over to the crate to let them out. Their ears perk up, and tails tentatively wag...they know I'm not happy. "GO OUT" I open the door, assuming that they must need to use to potty since that is the only reason they have EVER carried on like this before. So both dogs look at each other, then me, then step tippytoe outside. Thunder crashes and lightning flashes and tails get tucked in. They won't budge. "Go POTTY!" I exclaim, now fully awake and quite aggravated. They look up at the sky. Thunder crashes. "Aroooooo!" from my big, terrifying...eh, who am I kidding, she's a marshmallow puff, but anyway. Sunny decides to get into the act. So I bring them back inside. The house is literally shaking from the thunder and wind now. Both of them are at my feet pressed up against my legs shaking. "Oh brother" I said. Then I played with them for a little bit to get their mind off of the big scary storm. "Ya know, you ARE named Stormy...you'd think you wouldn't be afraid of a little weather. " I huff. Finally the storm has died down to a dull roar and the dogs are tired. I am exhausted. They lay down on top of each other, and go to sleep. I struggle for another half hour before I can doze off again. Why do I have dogs again? I thought they were supposed to protect me! (which...in this neighborhood, they actually do. Most people are terrified to come to my door. Which makes me pretty darn happy. If only they knew she was a kitten in pups clothing. :rofl1
