Danny and Thunder

Danny and Thunder

Danny & ThunderI am fearless. I am Danny the Dog and (to be redundant) I fear nothing. I chase squirrels, chickens, raccoons, ducks and of course, cats. However, there is one thing that kind of gets to me, and that is thunder. I don’t know why that is. My human, whose name is Andrew, told me I should go to a doggie psychiatrist and have a past life regression. He said maybe in a past life I had a run in with Thor, the god of thunder.

Did I ever tell you that Andrew is an idiot?

Usually I have very little to do with Andrew. I take him for a walk a couple of times a day. I allow him to feed me and give me treats, but for the most part, he goes his way and I go mine. But when it thunders, I want to be as close to him as possible. He’s always on the computer. He went nuts a few years ago and threw the television out the window and he hasn’t replaced it yet. So there he sits, staring at the computer screen day after day. He tells me he’s trying to write, but I know better. Anyway, back to me.

So, when it thunders, I crawl up on his lap and come between him and his precious computer. But I have to hand it to the old reprobate, he stops what he’s doing, puts his arm around me and tells me not to worry.

As soon as the storm passes, I jump down and go back to ignoring him and he goes back to whatever he was doing, probably on a dating site begging some poor female to go out with him.

The accompanying picture was taken during the height of a thunderstorm. I want you all to know that I usually don’t look so forlorn. Now if you will excuse me, there’s a mother duck and her babies swimming by our boat (do ducks swim?), and I must bark at them. After all, this is my turf and I must defend it to the last bark . . . because I am fearless.

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36 thoughts on “Danny and Thunder

  1. Hi Danny, Bobby Dog here. My human is making her night time drink so I sneaked on here while she’s busy. For a small dog I’m a very brave soul myself but like you I have a fear of thunder and fireworks. I go into what my human calls ‘mountain goat mode’. I don’t know why but I have to climb on everything and my human has to shut me out of the room with the computer because I feel compelled to climb onto the table and sit on it. She provides me with cubby holes to hide in but I don’t feel safe in them. She’s tried cuddling me – normally I love cuddles – but gets frustrated when I insist on clinbing higher and drapping myself round her neck. Oooo got to go – I can hear her stirring her drink . . . .

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    • Hi Bobby — That’s interesting, I’ll try to climb up on Andrew’s head the next time some thunder passes by and see if that helps. And by the way, Andrew is always either making a drink, drinking a drink, or has just finished a drink.Then he starts the whole process all over again.

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  2. Poor Danny. Maggie doesn’t like thunder (or fireworks for that matter) and like you, wants to be close. As long as she has physical contact with us, we can give her some kind of comfort. Andrew loves you, as he does the same.

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  3. You chase cats? CATS! Pinky the Cat here. I have to say I’m a little perturbed by your confession, Danny. Squirrels, chickens and ducks are all good sport, but cats…Well on to your story. Did I tell you that I have to share my house with two dogs. My humans like dogs, and I said it was okay, although grudgingly. What we cats have to put up with to keep our humans happy. Anyway, my dogs are afraid of thunder too. They are such scaredy…cats! Ha ha ha.

    You chase CATS?

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    • He is lucky he never corners a cat – he would not chase cats much longer – and might even learn to fear the cat growling more than thunder! After all: Thunder is no immanent danger, while a growling cat usually means some very painful scratches on such sensitive regions of the dog like his nose …

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      • I never cornered a cat in my life. I did, once, back a land crab up to a fallen log. I know what you mean about the nose. I howled like a dog that had his nose pinched by a mean old crab. If fact, maybe (if you play your cards right), I’ll write about it next month.

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        • Let’s say I saw it with the neighbours dachshound – and our cat. The dog ran yepping after our cat, our cat backed down – until she was cornered – then she lashed out once. Right on his nose. The dog was intelligent – he never bothered our cat again. When my cousin’s cat came to live with us, a shyer version, he was still insecure enough not to go after her. Cats claws are very effective weapons, unlike those of dogs. And cats are contortionists, too – not easy to grab one and keep hold of it if it does not appreciate that.

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    • Give me a break, Pinky. If that is your real name. If you promise not to repeat it, I’ll tell you a secret (to my everlasting shame). I really don’t chase cats. Well, not anymore. In my youth, I’d chased them, but only if they ran from me. I figured they wanted to play. They would lope ahead of me as I ran my little legs off. I never got to within a mile of ’em.

      Now here is the shameful part.

      About ten years ago, that “person” who I live with and who shall remain nameless, brought home a stray little monster He called it a “kitten.” I put up with it as best as I could for Andrew’s sake. (Oops! There’s his name.) Truth be known, I liked the little bugger. Anyway, she ended up having six babies and then she took off. Guess who was tasked with raising the little monsters? Moi, that’s who! They would follow me around all day and then at night they would crowd around me as I tried to sleep. One (the gray one) slept on my neck every night, if you can believe such an indignity.

      Saying that I chase cats was just artistic license on my part. Now remember, you promised not to tell anyone about any of this.

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      • I knew it! I mean, we’re in this together, right? Humans require so much care, it’s exhausting for just one of us to do all on our own. I retract my claws and take back all my implied threats, Danny. You’re my kind of dog if you let kittens sleep on your neck. Tell Andrew to give you a hotdog. 🙂

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  4. Danny is very cute! I know he’d look happier when it wasn’t thundering. You can tell him our dog Elliott, doesn’t care much for all that racket either. He generally tries to hide in the closet or anywhere else he feels safe. The sun will come out, Danny, No worries. 🙂

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  5. Danny, I share your trepidation. When it thunders I shiver and shake. I am ashamed that this contradicts my own fearless and outward-going demeanor. So my humans bought me a security coat – it’s blue, and fits me nice and snug and makes me feel safe. So my pride is preserved. You might get Andrew to get you one. You will also look handsome (or more handsome.)
    Your friend,
    Angel

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    • Andrew once tried to put a Santa Claus hat on me for Christmas. He carries the bite marks on his hands to this day. However, your humans sound like nice, caring and loving people. Wanna change humans for a while?

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