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Originally Posted by rockfan4
I do not understand our meat-brained foxhound.
Last night, World War III outside. She's zonked out under the TV, could not care less.
Tonight there's a thunderstorm rolling in. She's freaked out, shaking, panting. tongue out, drooling, pacing.
She has her thundershirt on, had a doggy downer chew, waiting for it to kick in.
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She is probably less disturbed by the noise than the pressure change of the storm.