There will be no blog post today.
How can I possibly have any adventures when thunder bombards me all day long?
So I decided not to take my person for a walk.
Who knows what she would have done if we got way out on my trails and it thundered on top of her.
Today we had more thunder.
But it kind of calmed down so I thought I’d brave it.
See if my person could handle it.
Because two days in a row is a long time to go without a walk.
My trails would miss me.
Everything was fine at first until it was time to turn around and head back.
Hey person, you don’t want to go back that way.
That’s where the thunder is.
Let’s keep heading up this way.
Seriously person, you do not want to go back that way.
That thunder is dangerous!
Maybe if I hide behind this rock my person will get the message.
Okay fine, I came a little way with you.
I’m not going any further.
I’m at the top of the hill.
I can see further and this is definitely far enough.
You just don’t seem to get it, do you person.
I think my person was too scared of the thunder so I didn’t want to take a chance and take her.
I thought I would be nice to her and keep her safe at home.
So to pass the time I started looking at a magazine.
And I learned something I never knew before.
Gizmo is famous.
He not only has his picture on my blog, but he has a full page in National Geographic.
Don’t tell him that I’m a little bit jealous.
If he knew that I’d never hear the end of it.
And if you don’t believe me you can check out the online picture of Gizmo here: http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2014/08/gombe-chimpanzees/shah-rogers-photography#/10-gizmo-670.jpg
What? You don’t think this looks anything like Gizmo?
That’s gotta show what happens when a little fame goes to your head.
My first attempt today didn’t work.
That was when my person went outside and then it thundered.
I pushed the door to the garage open and escaped through the open garage door.
I ran down the street and found one of my person’s friends driving by and he let me into his truck.
I thought he was going to drive me away from the thunder, but instead he took me to my neighbor’s house and my neighbor took me back home.
And there was still thunder there.
So later in the day when I took my person for a walk, I tried a new tactic.
I’ve heard of people running in a squiggly path to avoid being hit when someone is shooting at them.
So I decided I’d try that same thing with the thunder. I hardly stayed on the trail at all.
And it worked.
There was no thunder the whole time I was on my walk.
Even though Gizmo was doing his best to evoke thunder in his sleep.
You’re going to have to do better than that Gizmo.
Because I beat the thunder today!
My people or the thunder.
On Saturday my person waited until almost the end of the day to let me take her for a walk.
She had some excuse about it being too hot.
So by the time she finally said we could go, we couldn’t.
Because the thunder had shown up.
There’s no way I’m going out there when there’s thunder.
I mean, what if it comes and grabs me and takes me back into the sky with it.
And then drops me.
Or what if it chases me all the way up a mountain.
No, I don’t trust that thunder at all.
But that wasn’t all the mischief.
On Sunday my people locked me in dog jail.
And left me.
And it rained real hard.
It made so much noise on the roof that my dog bed got wet too.
We must have a leaky roof.
Person, if you type that I’m calling you on more mischief.
I can’t help it if I get things wet when I’m scared.
Loud rain is scary.
Then my people came back home and the thunder must have followed them, because it thundered the whole rest of the day.
I hope my trails are still around.
I haven’t been able to check on them for two days now.
But here’s the worst part.
My people left me in dog jail again.
And this time it thundered and rained.
I think the only one I can still trust around here is my sneaky squeaky snake.
You see, Bongo is out on his trails somewhere refusing to budge because of the thunder.
So I think it’s going to be a long time before he finally comes home.
I figured I’d better write this blog post for him so he doesn’t go a day without a post.
I’m sure he’ll thank me for it.
I’m not sure what he’s got against thunder anyway.
I just take it in stride.
Yeah, it’s nice and cozy here inside the house.
No worries about Bongo running right over me when he goes from one spot to another.
He does that, you know. He doesn’t seem to care what or who is in his way.
I’ll just take advantage of Bongo’s fear of moving along on his trail.
He’ll be out there for a long time.
Here he comes now, and he looks mad.
Hey Bongo, I figured you’d be home late so I put together a blog post for you.
I hope you don’t mind.
They look pretty, don’t they?
And how can such a pretty thing be anything but harmless?
Well, I’m here to tell you – looks can be deceiving.
Every year about this time, these clouds start showing up.
They even sneak up from behind the big rocks.
And these clouds are up to no good.
They’re full of all kinds of mischief and devious things.
Things like thunder, and lightning.
And every one of them is out to get me.
It might not be so bad if they showed up every once in awhile.
But they hang around my trails and my house for almost three months every year.
I’ve got to figure out something.
There must be some way to get them to go away.
If anybody has any ideas please let me know.
Because I’ve just about had it with these soft looking, fluffy clouds that aren’t so soft and fluffy.
See, I told you.
Their true nature is finally coming out.
Dark and nasty looking.
That’s what they turn into when they give off their thunder.
Oh no! There’s more over there.
I’m outta’ here!
Could somebody come get me when it’s all over?