♪ ♫ Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire! ♫ ♪
We had our first Thunder and Lightning storm of the season
last night.
It came out of nowhere and beside taking Marcel and I
off-guard, it really did a number on the smaller of our two dogs. Santiago is just a wee little Chihuahua, (he
only weights about 3 1/2lbs) and is not a fan of loud noises. Thunder, Fire Works etc. He trembles. His
heart-rate sky-rockets and he is incredibly skittish.
In the past he would seek solace in his padded mini man-cave
(It’s a foam and fabric dog house with a couple of dog blankies inside that he
can burrow into), or he will dig under the covers in bed, or the dog blanket on
the sofa. But, last night he wanted to do was head
for the hills, or what to him appears like hills: Marcel and I. First while on the sofa, he would climb up on
our laps, then into our arms, then onto our shoulders… and were he capable I’m
sure he’d have climbed to the top of our heads. This was completely new behavior for him, and
we really didn’t know what to think. We
would take him down from his lofty perch because we were afraid what would
happen with the next crash of lightning…
Peanut (the larger of the two dogs) jumped at the first
crash of lightning, and then harrumphed and went back to sleep. Usually her
calmness eases his jitters… but not last night.
And a good hour to ninety minutes after the thunder stopped,
he was still on edge, ears at full attention, not allowing himself to curl up
on the bed with us as we watched TV.
They’re calling for more of the same tonight… poor
little boog. We try not to over-react
to his reactions, but when you see something so small and so scared, how can
you not react and want to do whatever you can to help him.
Fingers crossed that tonight’s storm is not as intense.
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