I'm Afraid of Storms?

I'm waiting for the storm to pass.

I had never been afraid of storms. Thunder and lighting don't face me, but today's storm gave me the hibijibis. It must be that I'm getting old and now I appreciate life a lot more than before.

Mom and I were on our way back home when the radio started buzzing saying to take cover because a really bad storm was coming our way. Trees were bending but there was no rain in sight.

Out of a sudden the sky grew dark and I started crying. It was really scary. Mom was scared too, but she got really freaked out when I started to whine. She knew the storm was going to be a bad one.

I wanted to be home ASAP, but with traffic and all we just had to drive at normal speed.

Finally, after 5 mins (it felt more like 20 hours) we made it home. The storm didn't last long, but I just couldn't relax knowing that we were almost caught in some really bad wheather.

Don't worry, this was a one thing event. That same night we had another bad storm with hail and lighting, but I slept all the way through.

Rainy Days

I'm not going out in this rain.

When it rains it pours. That is so true.

I don't like it when it rains because I refuse to go outside and do what I need to do. Would you like to do your thing while you are getting drenched in cold water? I'm sure you won't like this, so why should I, a dog, be forced to go outside when the weather is ugly?

I woke up this morning and this bad storm is going on. Last time I went was around 11 p.m. last night. Right now it is 10 a.m. and I'm still holding it. I'm going to hold it until the rain goes away.

Having had breakfast is not helping at me right now, but I'm just going to stay on the couch and wait for the rain to go away before I go outside.