We had a thunderstorm the other day and Molly reminded me how much she dislikes those moments when Mother Nature voices her displeasure at mankind.
When we heard the first clap of thunder, Molly came over and sat beside me. When we saw the first bolt of lightning, Molly got in between my legs and underneath the chair. We resembled a white, hairy pretzel. When the house started shaking from the thunder and lightning strikes, Molly would have squeezed her 50 pound body into one of the pockets of my shorts if she could have. I had to pet her and reassure her that if lightning was going to strike, that I would make sure I was the one that was it. We all need some reassurances once in a while.
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