So, it would seem that we have entered the season of nightly thunder storms. It is still an hour until sunset here and more than two hours until dark and it’s pitch black outside with high winds and driving rain. That alone would be impressive if it were not for the crashing and booming of thunder. I had to turn off my car alarm a few minutes ago!
I’m not here to tell you that though… I’m here to regale you with yet another dog story!
I was making dinner when this latest storm started up. Both boys came running and since I was cooking I told them it was okay and to go lay down. I finished up dinner and then realized that Gandalf had stayed in sight of me the whole time but I hadn’t seen Yoda since the moment I shooed him out of the kitchen.
I went and tried his favorite places to lay down, but I couldn’t find him. I won’t lie, I started to feel a little guilty… I was distracted and not as gentle as I should have been when I shooed him away and he really is a big baby. In fact last year during a storm he shook so hard that he hyperventilated and passed out! With all of these thoughts spinning in my head I started to search for him in earnest because one thought was coming to the surface over and over…
He’s old. 11 and 1/2! It is my fondest wish that when it’s his time to go, he goes at home, naturally, and preferably in his sleep. But the thought that he might have had a heart attack and died of fear in some corner made me feel queasy!
(How’s that for morbid?)
I called for him and searched high and low… starting to feel just a bit of panic. I even went into the basement wondering if I had accidently shut him in after their last walk and then just imagined that he came into the kitchen with Gandalf in the kitchen…
And then I found him… You’re not going to believe this!
He was sitting in the corner of the shower, shuddering…
Keep in mind that he passionately hates baths and this is the scene of the crime, and that he stayed put long enough for me to get my camera, in fact I had to pick him up to get him out! So this picture truly does say a thousand words!
I swear that tomorrow he’ll be in the tub with a mattress pulled over his head!
I’ll let you know if he does!