This is torture for Mini-B, who will be playing, going all-out one minute, and then when the first rumble sounds, she will scamper for the bed and bury herself under the pillows.
She won't eat, she won't want to play and she doesn't want to even move.
Once the storm is over, though, she's ready to go and acts like nothing has happened.
When Mini-B wandered up here, she was (just about four years ago this month) she was most likely on her own for several weeks, and had to survive on her own during the storms and rainy season.
For the first few years, she was just fine, didn't let anything bother her, let alone keep her off of her food.
Now, however, she is a bundle of nerves at the first sign of a storm (even if it's clouds). There are no doggy-shrinks down here that we know of, so Mini-B will have to muddle through on her own.
3 comments:
is that B in Mini-B for Boston?
i'm beginning to sniff a Red Sox connection here ...
there's no red sawx connection here, that's just wikked crawzy! mini-b=mini bejuca, our other pooch. . . no way is there a bosox connection here in the jungle land of yankee-ville!
costa rica rox sans sox
(were it only sans snakes)
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