Late last night, a very loud storm moved into our area. I love the lightning! The "dog" however, does not!
It started around 11 or so, but didn't get really loud until midnight. I guess I should start with the reason the dog hates storms. Three years ago on the Fourth of July a big storm blew in during the annual parade. The sirens were going and the wind picked up and it started to downpour. My son and his son and the usual granddaughter and I ran for the car.
After arriving home, the dog wanted to go out. It seemed that the storm had passed by that time, so I let her out the door on her cable in the back yard. She hadn't been out there more than a few minutes when I saw this very bright flash of light. I knew instinctively what it was and was headed for the door to let her in. I wasn't quick enough. The thunder followed so closely on the heels of the lightning that I was sure it had hit right next to the house. I was surprised to see that it had hit a tree in the next door yard. Needless to say, the dog was in a state of panic. She has hated storms ever since and who can blame her.
Now, whenever a storm comes, she finds me no matter where I am in the house. She wants to sit on my lap for comfort. Being a rather large dog of 50 pounds that is almost impossible. To accommodate her, I sit on the floor and she places her head in my lap and tries to bury her head any place she can. We remain like this until the storm has passed. Last night it took several hours. When it finally quit, she looked at me as if it were my fault it had stormed and promptly left me to lift my now stiff body off the floor and go and find a more comfortable place to lay her head.
And for this attitude I sit up all night with her? Yeah you bet.....and will do so as long as she needs me!