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| THUNDERSHIRT AGAINST THE SOUNDS |
It is Saturday, January 11. It is here. The big storm. We have been warned of it for days now. The polar vortex is gone and in its place we will have floods, wind, rain, icebergs floating by in newly formed street rivers.
We are upstairs. Liam is under my chair and I am in the chair. He hears the storm before we do and goes into scared dog mode. Lightning brightens the sky briefly and within seconds we jump to a boom of thunder. Liam tumbles down the stairs and I follow. I pull his thundershirt out of the closet. Liam wedges himself between the couch and table and wrapping him is a struggle. I have no wiggle room and Liam is dead weight. I get it done and he settles in position to weather the storm.
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| WRAPPED WIENER |
He seeks to further lessen his anxiety with a visit to Daddy Paul.
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| PAUL GIVES SOOTHING ADVICE |
And a few latte licks are always comforting.
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| LATTE LICKS WILL ALWAYS HELP |
Liam checks the rain.
No more lightning or thunder. The thundershirt does its work. Liam is lulled to calmness.
A switch to the loveseat, near his pet wolfie brings a deeper comfort and sleep.
For us the storm continues as rain lashes and wind builds. I go off to the health club which is packed with January joiners and college students on winter break. Liam is home safe and dry with his dreams of chasing squirrels.
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| DREAMING OF THE CHASE |
Woof, Woof
