Something about an impending thunder storm sets Chewy’s spidey-sense on edge. For ten minutes before the lightening even starts, he’s whimpering from his spot at the foot of the bed. Soon he’s inching towards me so that right about when the first crack of thunder hits, he’s wrapped around my neck.
Interestingly, Lhasa Apso dogs were originally bred in Tibet to guard the Buddhist monasteries, alerting the Monks to intruders. Huh.
Once Chewy is cuddled in close and shaking like a baby rattle, whimpering continues until the last flash and boom are a faded memory. He peeks out occasionally to check if the storm is still brewing, but is content under a blanket until the end, as long as he’s being hugged tightly. Once the storm is over, he follows his humans around for awhile, keeping at least one of us in sight in case the storm returns and he needs a hug.
This is how today began for me. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Chewy is part of our family, our baby, best friend, and confidant. We care for his every need, and he showers us with undying devotion and dragon-breath kisses.
Happy Tuesday, Everyone!