Elsa, our quirky rescue dog is terrified of loud noises. She is convinced the sky must be falling and she is the target.
It is thundering as I try to describe this shaking, shivering fur ball who is hiding in the well of my desk. At least it is walled on two sides and make it three with the wall behind, and the desk top makes for an igloo or cave-like spot. Then there is the added comfort of my knees for human reassurance.
I only hope there will be good weather next week during my hip surgery. There are no worries over hospital equipment or expertise, but the weather?
The weather can make or break Elsa while I am away.
But believe it or not, our son and daughter-in-law are traveling thousands of miles to be here – yep – for Elsa! The paranoid pup does truly love our son but I exaggerate a little. Corky and Emmy are actually coming to help wherever they see a need. How wonderful is that?
The skies are quieter now and so is Elsa.
The storm has passed and she is in her safe place.
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