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My husband was gone for the day. Mid afternoon I was getting ready to head over to the market, when the sky suddenly turned dark grey. I was putting on my shoes when the thunder began.
I’ve never really minded rain. Thunder doesn’t bother me either. Now that California is clearly fire country, I’m on edge with lightening, but thankfully nothing is tinder dry yet. As a kid I was able to enjoy the show from my window, much the way I now enjoy the rain from my porch.
I’m also not a canine.
From the very first clap of thunder, Arjuna was having none of it. By the second clap, he was glued to my side. I was walking from room to room getting pulled together to leave and not only did he follow, he remained in direct physical contact. When I walked into my closet, he followed me in & as I reached for my jacket, he lied down blocking the door.
I got the message. I waited 90 minutes before leaving. That was when the thunder part of the thunderstorm had ended & the rain had almost stopped.
For most of that 90 minutes I did some computer work. Arjuna laid on my feet.
Not AT my feet. ON my feet. All 89 pounds of him. Any time I tried extracting either of my feet, he either cuddled closer, or pulled my leg back with his paw. Even when the rain was nearly stopped, he made it clear he wasn’t happy I was leaving.
When I got home the sun was out again. He's content wandering around the homestead by himself, brave creature that he is.
I’ve never really minded rain. Thunder doesn’t bother me either. Now that California is clearly fire country, I’m on edge with lightening, but thankfully nothing is tinder dry yet. As a kid I was able to enjoy the show from my window, much the way I now enjoy the rain from my porch.
I’m also not a canine.
From the very first clap of thunder, Arjuna was having none of it. By the second clap, he was glued to my side. I was walking from room to room getting pulled together to leave and not only did he follow, he remained in direct physical contact. When I walked into my closet, he followed me in & as I reached for my jacket, he lied down blocking the door.
I got the message. I waited 90 minutes before leaving. That was when the thunder part of the thunderstorm had ended & the rain had almost stopped.
For most of that 90 minutes I did some computer work. Arjuna laid on my feet.
Not AT my feet. ON my feet. All 89 pounds of him. Any time I tried extracting either of my feet, he either cuddled closer, or pulled my leg back with his paw. Even when the rain was nearly stopped, he made it clear he wasn’t happy I was leaving.
When I got home the sun was out again. He's content wandering around the homestead by himself, brave creature that he is.
