turds dogs, terrified of Torrential rain and Thunderstorms.
T is also for wimps. Ooops, W is for wimps…my bad.
We had a really bad thunderstorm on Saturday evening. It is almost a daily occurrence in the ‘sunshine state’ at this time of year.
Saturday it was complete with hail too.
Ozzie is a complete wimp. Just a tortured mess when it comes to weather.
He is under.my.feet.
Cocoa was never a whimp. Until NOW.
I think by osmosis she caught the wimpyness.
They followed me around for a while, which being trailed is not my favorite thing…I need my space.
I was trying to change clothes in my closet with two 60lb dogs trampling on my toes. NOT Taking it.
I sent them to Linds. They became instant lap dogs. Tentative terrified wimps!
If they had tails, they would be between their legs.
Just too much.
Ok, something as equally terrifying, I tried to rid Ozzie of his “green” eyes on PicNik (His eyes always photograph alien green) and this is what happened:
Wouldn’t it be torturous to wake up with this tragically terrified beast taking you in first thing in the a.m? AGGHHHH!!!
The good news though…with his daily teeth brushing, we are done with WHARF breath! ‘
See what other folks had to say about the letter T today at: A-Z mondays.