Summer, my basset, was a year old and I knew she needed a friend so after weeks of searching, I found Mattie. I don't like to say I rescued Mattie because the truth is she rescued me (but that"s another story). She has been the best little girl any pet owner could ever ask for. It wasn't long after she came to live with me and Summer that I realized she was terrified of storms. She would shake, pant and try to burrow into anything she could to escape the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning. The only thing that helped her during the storms was me on the floor with her, the lights on and the volume to the TV up as loud as it could go. Today, Mattie is 15 and has lost a lot of her hearing, so storms are not as frightening to her as they used to be as long as I have the lights on to douce the lightning.
Guess what it's doing outside right now? Let me give you a hint...all the lights are on and the TV is blaring in the background. Oh yeah, and Wrigley is in my lap as I try to write this blog post. So, for those of you who can....enjoy the storm.