Dear friends,
I don't know why they call them Funderstorms. They are not FUN!!! Whenever I feel the thunder coming, I want to run away! I pant and pant, and no one can make me feel better. I feel all electric inside. I go to higher ground. My mom says I could work for the National Weather Service. She also says higher ground is a good him, but I don't know what she means.
Last night we had big funderstorms, and they came right at dinnertime, and I could not eat in my usual spot because I was too upset. My human sister brought my dish upstairs, and when the storm got quieter, I could eat my supper, mostly.
Do you like funderstorms?
I really, really don't.
Love,
Your friend,
Molly
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7 comments:
Oh Molly, that sounds awful! I hope there are No.More.Storms. for you!!!!
When I was almost not a puppy anymore, and it stormed outside, I used to let the thumb-havers have my already-eaten supper back.
They didn't like that. I got over it, and we're all glad.
I'm not too scared of storms anymore, but I know they're no fun.
--Cub
Oh, Molly! My wonderful Big Dog always hated funderstorms, too. You're probably better behaved during them than she was. She would eat furniture, she would get so upset. I hope you don't have to pant through too many storms this summer. Big hugs from me and Small Dog.
We do not like funderstorms. We do not like wet.
Molly, I think we need to start a support group. I hate thunder too, and it makes me pant and pace. We call it boom-booms. I have to go and hide in my dad's closet, but that doesn't really make me feel any better. Sometimes I hide my face under mom's arm and she holds me tight. That helps a little. Mom has tried a lot of things to help me, but I still get scared. She says she might get me something called an Anxiety Wrap. If your mom and dad get you one, let me know if it helps.
I understand,
Amie
Hello, everybody! It's been quiet here, but this morning my ears are prickling, and I heard my mom say funderstorms are in the fourcast!
I send paws of love back to all of you,
Love,
Molly
Molly...
I don't like them either! Puts me off my supper as well...(and usually under my covers!)
Molly, would you be so kind as to share 8 facts about yourself? I was tagged by a friend, and would like to ask you to join in the game. No thunderstorms are involved -- I promise!
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