Thunderstorms

I keep checking my blog to see if someone updated it. Oh wait, that's my job silly. Well, we have learned over the last two days that our dog Leia is freaked out by thunderstorms. She gets all worried and anxious and can't settle down. Poor sprout. We try to tell her it's just water falling from the sky, but it doesn't seem to help. You can grab her attention for a few minutes with a treat, but then it's back to panting an pacing around. When a rumble of thunder comes, she has to go over to the window, get up on the square basket and press her nose to the window. Everytime.

On a normal non-rainy evening at home, she'd rather not be bothered and goes for a nap on her big bed in the other room while we eat dinner and stuff...but for the last two nights she's been following Jason around like he has raw hamburger in his pocket. She's on him like glue during a storm.

Luckily we we've been home for most of the storms, but one blew through yesterday around 3:30pm and Jason and I were at work. Somehow, Leia managed to weather the storm alone. When Jason got home from work yesterday, he said she was extra happy to see him.