As the lightening flashes across the sky and the first clap of thunder our little dog Bailey runs for cover. Since he was a "baby" he has been afraid of loud noises. No matter what we do, my husband and I aren't able to give him any comfort. He runs from my husband to me and back again. If I'm standing, he paws at my leg. Or if we are sitting, he begs for us to pick him up. He isn't comforted though, he jumps up on our lap, and then immediately wants down. And so it goes. We finally decided, he just wouldn't let us comfort him. Two years ago we were visiting friends. Their neighbors set off fire works during a 4th of July celebration. However, their celebration lasted from 10 p.m. until about 2 or 2:30 a.m. Bailey was beside himself. He ran from one end of the house to the other, and finally hid under the bed.

The rainy season is upon us, and with that come the rains. Several weeks ago, Bailey started the routine. Finally we decide to ignore him. It was difficult at first, because after all, he is our "baby".

We sat and tried to watch TV as the storm approached. Thunder boomed outside the window and lightning illuminated the living room. We looked at each other, no Bailey. I got up after a few minutes when Bailey didn't return, to see where he was. Several minutes later, I sat comfortably in the recliner. My husbands eyes met mine, "well, where is he?"

"Our boy" was sound asleep, inside the bathtub.

To this day, the first clap of thunder, we can always find him inside the bathtub, sleeping soundly. 

God Bless you today. 

 

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