Last night after Daddy got home, a big storm blew in. We had just finished dinner and I went out for a quick bathroom break, and had to run quickly between the rain drops to get back inside before I got wet. (did not want to end up smelling like a wet dog) The skies were so eerie and strange looking, so we knew that this was going to be a really big storm. The rain came down in buckets, and I think that sometimes they refer this as “raining cats and dogs“, but I did not see any cats or dogs dropping from the sky, just the rain.
Mommy sat by the front window and was trying to photograph the lightning, but it happened so quickly and she was unsuccessful, but she did get some great photographs of the storm and dark sky. The thunder booms were quite loud, but I was not scared. It seems that I am one dog that is not scared of thunder storms, to which many dogs are, and they hide and shake when they hear the booms.
This storm was kinda strange. The skies started off really dark and eerie, lightning came and went through the dark skies, it rained really hard, then it appeared that the storm was ending, but it was not done yet. Mommy went outside to capture some great photo’s of the sun now peeking through the storm clouds and she is so glad that she did because just as she took these photographs, the storm came back and so did the rain. I jumped up on Daddy’s lap, not because I was scared or anything, but that is the story that I am sticking to.
Do you get scared of thunder?