My bestie Sylvia is the toughest pooch I know – but even bad ass gals have their weaknesses. Sylvia’s is thunder. One boom and she’s splitsville to No Man’s Land. That usually means my momma & da find her Cave Doggin’ (which is the perfectly dog sized nook at the bottom of our linen closet). But today’s storms were so outrageous she went seeking a fortified bunker!
Momma finally found her flattened and squished under the BED… She didn’t come out for HOURS.
I was SOOOooo durn bored without her around to pester! Maybe I’ll buy her some of those fancy, shmancy noise cancelin’ headphones for Christmas…
Any other pup pals out there go into hidey-hole mode during thunderboomers? Where’s your secret cave?