Way back when I was in college, I got a call from my Mom and Dad letting me know that my beloved Boxer dog had died of a heart attack during a thunder storm. I am so worried that the same thing will happen to my rocking chair buddy. She is getting up in years and I am not sure how many thunder storms she can take. You know, maybe she is tougher than I think she is.
The other two pups aren't bothered at all by thunder storms. They are not as intelligent as my older pup is. Maybe it pays not to be too smart. Maybe that is why I ain't afraid of thunder storms (unless they are spinning off tornadoes). Or I would rather think it is because of my Mother. My Mom was terrified of storms but would never show it in front of me when I was growing up. She would tell me to look out at the storm, that it was beautiful. It worked. Thanks Mom. Now I hope all your skies are blue with no black clouds. Have a great day, you hear?