The best plans are laid to waste
The other night we drove an hour and a half to introduce Heidi to the kennel where she and Loca are going to stay while we head out on our summer vacation. Heidi is a terrific dog – the best – but she is terrified of storms. We met the woman who picks up at Bonnabel Boat Launch and followed her passed Robert, Louisiana. On the way, the sky turned a dusky grey and then a blue black and T commented how beautiful and magical it looked. I saw storm. There were funnel clouds that almost looked like tornado material. Then CRACK CRACK CRACK, the lightning went from top of sky to bottom of the earth and the thunder shook the car. I jumped out of my seat. Heidi almost dove into the front with us.
This continued all the way to the kennel and when we arrived there, it was pouring rain and a wet black dog came out and circled the cars, barking and running fast in circles. I assumed it was the house dog, but turns out it was one of the boarded dogs who jumped a very high fence because of this storm. I got out of the truck and headed under the shelter and the woman jumped every time the thunder CRACKED. I thought to myself, she and Heidi will make a good pair. She said it hadn’t rained there in two months.
In the end, we couldn’t get out of the truck and run around and get familiar and worst case is that Heidi will forever associate the kennel with that torrential rain and thunder and lightning. But the owners stood with an umbrella at the door to the truck, Heidi in my lap, and talked to her and she responded.
Whatyagonnado?