Thunder and Lightning. With Capital letters. We had storms roll through yesterday, and at our house, Thunder and Lightning is the girls' time to see exactly how much mom and dad love them.
Thankfully, Ruby and Rosalita pay little attention, other than to look at Emily, the border collie, to try to figure out what the hell she's up to. Emily, you see, wants me to sit on the couch and let her crawl up behind me and wrap herself around my neck. Literally - from shoulder to shoulder. Yes, really. Now, understand that this is the dog with the bad hips - she will not - can not - get up on the couch. Unless there is Thunder and Lightning. Loretta, the younger golden, used to pay no mind to Thunder and Lightning. Until she observed Emily and the attention she received. Loretta is a very jealous dog. So, in addition to the Emily-stole, I have a 70 pound golden in my lap. Daisy, mercifully (for me, anyway) goes and hides in the tiniest spot she can find when there is Thunder and Lightning. Last time I had to rescue her from behind the toilet in Tony's bathroom - she had wedged herself in so tightly she couldn't get out.
It's going to be a looooong Spring.
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