Well our boy Elvis doesn’t like thunder and lightning, no big deal lots of doggies don’t. Plenty of cures to buy and try, because you will do absolutely anything to give your loved one peace again. It is torture to watch them suffer when you can’t help.
Elvis has the finest Thundershirt, anti-anxiety drops, pills and sleepy treats, plus two doting humans. He has three dog beds to choose from plus our King-size bed, yes three and a dog crate in one bedroom. We know it’s crazy, but it makes sense to Elvis and we have the room.
I should also mention that Elvis is not a sleep “with you” dog, he prefers the end of our bed looking out.
That’s until his world starts shaking from rolling thunder exploding around our house and regrettably I learn where I stand in the family lineup. After about four good shakes he has jumped on the bed and starts heading for Birgit. Not me, he wants nothing to do with me.
He doesn’t want to be petted, cuddled or held, he just wants to be in a statue like upright sitting position on my beautiful wife Birgit’s head. Yes, he will sit on her head on her pillow, not next to her – on her head, full weight on her face.
It is very hard for me to help because I cannot stop laughing, which does not please Birgit one bit and Elvis thinks something is wrong because he sees tears running down my face while I make odd noises from my nose.
I must say it did me wonders waking up after a good belly laugh, I felt great, Birgit not so much. Unfortunately, I had to learn from a stormy night that I am not the pack leader I had thought I was.
No photos allowed. Hope you got a Hump chuckle.
