It's a rainy Saturday morning in central Louisiana. Rain falling with far-off thunder rolling across the piney woods. All my outdoor plans are on hold and I've got a lazy Saturday in the offing.
The dog is absolutely petrified. As I type this, he's cowering under my feet, scared to death of the thunder. Every time it thunders, he looks at me as if to say, "MY GOD, DID YOU HEAR THAT?" If he weren't so pitiful, it would be funny.
Who am I kidding? It's funny. He's a quivering mass of scared-to-death. I'm trying not to mock him, but it's hard.
Bless his heart.