Sunday, 18 November 2012

Storms Are Scary

"Bed is a safe place in a storm" - Mr Woof, Doggsbody.
Hello Everyone!

Mr Bumpy's been teasing me, because I've been scared of the storms we've had here in Brisbane the past two days.  But I'm right to be scared.  Storms are very scary things.

Do you know what a storm is? It's when the sky is angry at you.  The sky is a very, very big thing.  The husky who mistook me for a squeaky toy once was big, but the sky's even bigger than him.

When the sky gets angry it growls.  That's not the way I growl, but much louder.  Louder than the lawn mower or the vacuum cleaner growls even. You have to be very angry and dangerous to growl like that.

It gets really dark. (Dark in the daytime is just not natural.  There's something very dangerous about that.) And sometimes it has bright flashy lights in the middle of the dark.  You don't know when it's going to happen, it's just all dark and suddenly everything is bright again, and straight away it's dark again. Usually there's an extra loud growl or even a really, really loud sharp bark from the sky with the flash of light.

Then the sky sprays water.  You know, like Mum does with the water spray bottle if you're a bad dog.  Only the sky sprays lots and lots of water. If I have to go out after a storm, the water in our yard can be half way up my legs.

Sometimes, the sky even throws ice cubes.  You know what ice cubes are don't you? They're the hard cold things Mum sometimes gives us to play with on hot days.  After a while they disappear and there's just water there.  When Mum gives them to us, she just puts them on the ground in front of us.  When the sky throws them, it throws heaps and heaps of them, really hard. They break things, and if you get caught out in the storm they can hurt you.

And the sky throws things around in a storm too - bits of trees and things that people leave outside get thrown all around the place.  After one really big storm, when the sky was really mad, we had bits of someone else's carport in our yard.

So yes, I whimper and bark at storms.  I am scared. (I think Bumps is too, whatever he says.)  Storms are big and scary and dangerous.

What can a little dog like me do?

Well, the best thing to do is to be a very, very good dog, and not make the sky angry in the first place.  But sometimes I'm really good and the sky still gets mad at me and I don't know why.

Once the sky is angry, there are only two safe places to be.

The first safe place is right next to a human, it's best if you can get them to pick you up and cuddle you.  If the storm goes on for hours and hours (or two days like this one), maybe they'll want to put you down sometimes, but stay right with them and don't let them out of your sight.

If your human escapes, the next safest place to be is in your bed.  Nothing bad can get you in your bed.  (Well, Mr Bumpy's sneaked up and attacked me sometimes, but nothing else bad can get you in your bed.)

Right now, Mum's snuggled up on the couch with the furry blankey, so I'm staying right with her.

Where ever you are, stay safe from the storm.

Licks and tail wags,
Mr Woof,
Doggsbody.

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