Last night we had a bad thunderstorm in a neighboring town. The first we knew of it was when we felt a dog crawling into bed and wedging herself tightly between us. The little black dog doesn't like thunder. The little dog doesn't like thunder a lot.
Kelly grew up in the agricultural fields of the central coastal California. She never experienced thunder before moving to Colorado. It makes her panic and try to escape the house through second story windows. That is why the little black diggie is now taking puppy prozac.
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