Guess whose large pointy ears have heard the slow moving thunderstorms rolling by several kilometres from our house and has therefore plonked herself right next to my office chair? *sigh*
At least the storms aren’t so close by that she’s started stress farting. So that’s a silver lining.
Photo of a red dog lying right next to the legs of an office chair.
It was good while it lasted. The thunderstorms finally came through our suburb so poor Maggie was a panting, trembling stress machine for three hours.
Photo of a dog sitting on a sofa. The dog’s ears are pulled back and its tongue is hanging out as it pants stressfully.