Ok; it doesn’t have to be March for Kansas winds to blow they will howl any ol’ time.
Poor Bella Dog doesn’t like the winds, or any loud noises, they send her into hiding where she will shiver and shake and look out at you with those big scared eyes and just beg you to make the noise stop. Sometimes the only thing to do is let her curl up with you and give her big tight hugs until she falls asleep. My big brave dog.
Yesterday and today both the poor thing has been a mess and alternates between hiding near my feet under the computer table; or tucked away behind the big chair with the old afghan that she has stolen from us humans. She can hear the wind blowing, the lid of the mail box lifting up and slamming down, the shutters on the attic fan opening and crashing shut, and the old windows rattling.
She hasn’t been a very happy dog.
Poor Bella; you would think a pup raised in Kansas would build up a tolerance to such things. Hum… maybe a game of “catch the donkey” will help; where has that old worn out toy donkey gotten to now I see the last of its stuffing.
Bella? Why is Donkey on the coffee table? I’ve told you your toys don’t belong there. Bella? Bella? I see you; come out from behind that chair.