It was bad because thunder season has officially begun and I am deathly afraid of thunder. It’s not good. It’s evil. I’m sure it’s some kind of monster coming out of the sky to get me.
So I was cowering in the hallway while the thunder was going on, but at least my person was in the house with me and nothing bad has ever happened with the thunder while she’s been here.
Still, it’s scary.
But then my person tried to go out the front door.
I thought I had her trained not to do that. When I’m left alone in thunder I try to escape it by any means possible.
I guess I was right. I do have her trained.
Because my person got my leash and took me out to the car.
Through the thunder.
It was pretty awful, but at least my person was with me.
So we rode in the car for awhile until it stopped and I had to get out.
In the thunder.
Person, you know I’m really brave doing this for you. We could have just stayed home.
But you know where we went to?
My person took me to church.
And there were all kinds of books full of stories.
No wonder my person never runs out of stories to tell me.
I’m going to have to get her to take me to church more often.
Wait! On second thought, I’d better check first and make sure it doesn’t thunder at church all the time.