We are still trying to figure out how to make Elsa-the-Rescue-Dog happy. Mostly she is tough, strong and independent.
Unless there is a mysterious noise.
Like thunder of course.
Or fire crackers.
A backfire from a distant Virginia highway.
Or just any unidentifiable noise that indicates the sky might fall.
Lately we are having regular afternoon thunder storms at the time she has her dinner and most especially when she needs to go out. And of course Independence Day was yesterday so right after the storm there were far off cracks and pops in the neighborhood. That was enough to start her shaking shivering and pacing in a mad search for safety almost all day yesterday.
Go out? Wanna go out? Ha!
Eat her dinner? Ha!
Well, she can afford to lose a few pounds.
Elsa has a “Thunder Shirt” which wraps snugly around the middle to combat anxiety. Trouble is, it doesn’t fit. We feed her well and Elsa has outgrown her Thunder Shirt! It will not wrap around her anymore.
Elsa has anxiety. Me too.
We both worry about everything.
We both worry about the sky falling.
The Thunder Shirt will not fit me either.
Lately, Elsa’s safe place to hide out and shiver is in the foot well of my desk. She is still worrying about the thunder storm from yesterday and is now under there. What a sweet blogging companion, except when the shivers hit or when the thunder claps and we both want to run for our lives.
It is all quiet now, but the prediction is for thundder storms this afternoon.
Elsa has taught me one important thing.
There is no point in worrying about the weather.
But if I could get under my desk with her,
I would be there too.
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