Poor Bunty

We discovered the other night, when Bunty woke us up whimpering and skittering around in the bedroom, that she is scared of thunder. Well I kind of knew this already but it didn't surface as a reason for her fear at 2am!! That night she ended up sleeping on her new doggie bed, curled up in the corner of our bedroom. Well it thundered again today. It is still raining actually, at 6.03pm. Poor Bunty tried to hide from the thunder, and after trying to get her to settle on her pillow under the chair next to my computer she settled for being curled up on my feet under the table. Until the loudest thunder clap yet. At which point she tried to get on my lap. Now Bunty is not a lap dog. For a start she weighs in at over 25kg. That added to the fact that she hates being on our laps, she goes as stiff as a very stiff thing when you pick her up to put her on your lap and escapes as soon as she can, made it quite surprising when she tried to climb in my lap. But as she was clearly very scared, she was shaking and her ears were tight back against her head, made me realise that this was an exceptional circumstance. So I cuddled her for about 10 minutes, until she decided that the danger was over, but decided that she would still rather be safe than sorry and returned to her position under the table.

Poor little doggie. She hasn't been out for a pee all day. You see that is another issue we have with our little princess. She doesn't like to get wet, not because she will melt in the rain or anything, but she is concerned that her tiara will not survive a soaking. So to my knowledge she hasn't been out at all today, unless K let her out first thing this morning. I didn't get up until the thunder began after 9am, by which time K had been gone for half an hour at least. Now she is sleeping quietly on the doggie bed beside the desk having eaten a tin of Little Ceasar duck flavoured dinner.

So all is well with the world.