We are in storm season here in the Mid-Atlantic. Out of nowhere, the winds whip to 60 miles per hour and the skies turn black and menacing. The thunderstorms roll in all times of the day and night which is not good for dogs like Sofie who have extreme trouble tolerating the thunder. She seems to know when there is a storm anywhere within 100 miles. I mean it! Long before the skies change, and even if the storm never comes over us, she knows that it is storming somewhere in the state.
Peanut sent me this picture while I was at work the other morning around 8 AM. Sofie was hiding under a blanket in her room as a storm raged outside.
Where do you hide?