It’s been raining here—lots! Big dark clouds, full of wet stuff, lots of lightning and THUNDER!
Fuzzy is having a very hard time, not because of the rain, or the clouds or even the lightning, but because of the thunder!!!
(Dad had to turn on the water for 24 hours to soak up a piece of hard soil. Dad worked several days on opening up a new field for next spring.)
That’s a big rain storm coming our WAY!!!!
Most of the time we are in the house with Mom, because Fuzzy turns into this shivering, nervous, wreck of a dog!
Sort of amazes me. That loud noise doesn’t bother me at all.
But if Mom isn’t home and the thunder comes crashing around us Fuzzy always runs off into the corn field.
He says he feels safe in there.
I don’t know why—it’s still wet, and loud, but we are surrounded with the corn. Fuzzy says that helps.
Now if DAD is home and Mom isn’t Dad doesn’t let us come in a hover with him until the rain is over. Dad says he really doesn’t like a hot, panting dog crowding up on him when he is trying to do bookwork, or something important (like watching TV). So he tells us to go into the garage!
We don’t, you know, we head to the corn field!
We sit out there until Mom comes home and we hear the four-wheeler start up and she comes to look for us. She has to go to ALL the corn fields as we don’t always go to the same one all the time.
After a while ( we don’t come out right away, Fuzzy wants to be SURE the thunder gods have passed before we venture out of the safe corn field) we come out and head home.
Mom tells us to stop doing that, if Fuzzy was to have a heart attack out in farm some where she wouldn’t know where to find him. She says PLEASE GO INTO THE BARN!!!
But, of course we don’t.
Mom is always really glad to see us and we are always glad to see MOM! Dad is okay to see also, but we know with Mom there is a big warm old blanket to dry us off and we GET TO GO INTO THE HOUSE until Dad says: “Okay, that’s enough panting the storm is over you dogs need to go outside!”
Which we do! (Mom always takes us out with a really nice dog cookie and lots of hugs and petting).
(The things I put up with…..Linki made a face on a tomato and said it looked like me!!!)
I don’t get the thunder thing, but I always go with Fuzzy.
He would be very afraid if he was by himself. Fuzzy is my bestest friend.
What is it that Tallen calls Aunt Shannon?
Oh, Yes!!! I remember!
BFF….Fuzzy is my BFF!