Some Storm

That was, indeed, some storm last night. Poor Lucy, our 7 year old pup, has seen plenty of thunderstorms and usually she barely notices. But last night she grew more and more agitated as the frequency and intensity of the strikes increased. She jumped from my lap to Barbara’s and back again a few times, tried hiding under tables and stared at us as if to say, “make it stop, make it stop.”

Finally, she pulled her favorite quilt from a couch, nosed it under a table. fluffed it up and curled up on it for the duration.

Our last dog, Fletch, used to howl incessantly throughout the duration of thunderstorms. Then once, during a storm in his twelfth year, he remained quiet. That’s how we discovered he had lost his hearing.

                                                                       Fletcher

 Several years ago I taught Lucy how to meditate. She became pretty good at it. However, now she often dozes off while counting her breaths. Last night when I reminded her of the calming effects of that practice she responded with something like, “meditation,schmeditation, THIS IS SCARY!!!”