My boston terrier, Ace, is askairt of storms. He cuddles up close, trying to climb into my armpit and burrow his head into my ribs. His entire body trembles and those obnoxious flatulent fumes? Well, they seem to become exponentially worse during these times of terror.
On the other hand, Shaddow (black lab) and Ziggee (rat-cha) seem to
love the outdoors with a passion that does not exclude storms.
Shaddow gets drenched, her coat holding massive amounts of water.
Ziggee just loves Shaddow so much so that he emulates her every habit
as much as he possibly can. But he is just a lil guy and when he
gets all excited, he too trembles like my other lil guy (Ace; getcher
mind outta the gutter!).
Tonight, all three of them have crowded around my feet. The
office smells like ripe farts, wet doggie fur, and slobberree
bones. Whatta combo, eh?