Now THAT’s a rainstorm
When the lightning wakes you up at 4:30, and the dog (normally immune to noise) goes apeshit and crawls under the blankets, you know it’s raining. Nice.
When the lightning wakes you up at 4:30, and the dog (normally immune to noise) goes apeshit and crawls under the blankets, you know it’s raining. Nice.
OK, we share this problem. My dog is actually half deaf. So normally noise isn’t a problem, but lately we’ve had some brain rattling thunderstorms, and they’ve been driving him nuts. I woke up a few nights ago at like 3 a.m. to the sound of awful scraping. I thought someone was trying to get into my house. I walk into the front room, and there’s my disoriented dog on his hind legs, scratching the hell out of the door to the porch, not realizing that if he did actually make it outside he’d be closer to the thunder that was scaring him.
James, as much as I hate to do so in the middle of the night, if you can get the dog to play, it tends to distract him from the noise. We’ve broken our dog of most of the fear. Last night was just especially bad.
What’s better yet is when the dog tries to climb inside your shirt while your wearing it as mine did the other night.
Our two dogs were always reasuured when there was loud thunder or fireworks they actually got to enjoy it as much as we did.
There is nothing so viceral as sitting on the back door step watching an African thundestorm march over the landscape. Loud fierce and usually over far too soon.