Thunderstorm unhappiness
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.