Many years ago Mom had a very large dog that was terrified of thunder storms. Blue didn't start off in life afraid of storms but as she got older she became mortally horrified anytime she knew a storm was coming.
Fast forward more years than Mom's willing to say, and I come into my Mom and Dad's life. Mom had gotten older and wiser. She had lots of dogs before she found me.
Mom taught me things she calls "manners" and several things to just help me be a happy pup.
One thing she started very early in my life was anytime there's thunder, lightening, wind or torrential rain it's time to play with my most favorite toy. My yellow squeaky ball.
We had our most severe storm of the season today. Mom was working on the computer when it started. I ran to the den door with my ball in my mouth, dropped it on the floor, nudged it Mom's way, and gave my , "It's time to play ball bark". Mom looked at me and smiled said, "Molly I heard the thunder, LOL let me finish this picture and we'll play ball".
This is our typical storm activity. It keeps Mom off the computer should she need to unplug it,(even though she has a surge protector), and Mom says it keeps me busy and distracted with the thunder boomers going outside.
I've never been afraid of a storm in my life and in fact I totally love them as at the first boom of thunder I'm off to get my ball and tell Mom it's time to play.
The next time you hear that old thunder booming, grab your ball and tell your pawrents it's time to play fetch. Hehee here that means Mom and Dad go and fetch my ball for me.
Love, Molly and my Mom