The thunder and lightning pyrotechnics on Sunday would have made me a little nervous, but with you there holding me, I enjoyed the show of nature so much more. It was beautiful – I love thunder and lightning storms again. Thanks for being my rock when I’m feeling wimpy. —Tougher Now
This article appears in May 27 – Jun 2, 2010.


are you my dog? he pooped on the floor he was so scared…but fireworks scare him more
man, I slept through almost all of it.
damn!
I was hoping for something more, i was kind of disappointed.
Sorry about your hund PG. The Countess doesn’t mind electrical storms but crinkle up a plastic bag and she makes like Chuck Yeager breaking the sound barrier. We call it “A Visit From Lord Rustle” and Lord Rustle is clearly a rake, a bounder and a cad.
haha, dougal would get them caught on his legs and freak. we have had the hund for 8 yrs. and he is better with the noises but the firecrackers the kids set off at the school are the worst.
You’ve said he’s a greyhound and you’ve mentioned your extreme dislike for so called animal “sports”. Was he rescued from the racing circuit?
yes, but i don’t really want to prattle on about that subject… not in this place. suffice it say i house lots of facts
Roger that. Glad Rawk.