The End Is Near
My poor dogs think that the world is coming to an end. My cover dog, who is bigger than I am, is under my computer table trembling violently and panting. I'm having to type with one finger, so that I can pet him. My other two dogs are huddled next to me and Tommy is crying. Dogs off in the distance are barking.
Around 1 am we went through the same thing, only with 3 shaking dogs in bed. At 4 am, it happened again. What a rough night it was.
I actually like thunderstorms. It's too bad that they scare my dogs so much. I wonder if I called work and explained that I needed to stay home to comfort my dogs if they would understand. Probably not. They probably wouldn't understand if I said that I needed to get some sleep either. I guess I'm going to work. I hope nothing happens that requires me to be alert and oriented tonight.
Written by Melissa on 12:00 PM
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I know just how you feel. Daisy kept me up all night. She turns into a tasmanian devil when there is a thunderstorm. Jumping, clawing, running, panting. I came home from work at lunch to sedate her and there is stuff all over the floor, rugs, knocked over waste baskets, everything was knocked over in the bathtub, I guess she was hiding in there for a while.
Of course someone called in sick and I can't stay home either. Thank God for sedatives!
I'm afraid to give my boys sedatives. I had to leave the house in the middle of another thunderstorm. Poor boys. I felt just terrible abandoning them when they were so scared.
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