We had an American Eskimo or spitz named Poopee. Daddy named her that because when she was a puppy, that's all she did.
She was terrified of thunderstorms. She would shake and shake and would cling to you.
My editor has a dog like that, too. Whenever there's a bad thunderstorm like right now, she'd be a wreck just like Poopee was. In fact, Dawn usually spends the night in the bathroom with Allie.
I always say my three dogs aren't afraid of thunder.
I was in the bathroom just now, washing my face and brushing my teeth when a very loud thunderclap boomed. I jumped. Chipper and Piiko are sleeping. Pookie Belle came running into the bathroom, whining and when I told her it was OK, she laid down at my feet.
I'm watching the Weather Channel now, and she's really OK. In fact, all three of them are sleeping. I guess she just needed to be reassured. Just like a little kid.