Well, regardless what I feel for them, they tend to like me and I just can't figure out why.
Case in point being Julie Helm's beautiful dog. Sheep, chickens and goats are not the only things at Wooly Acres, you know. There are a couple of cats and of course, and the very large and beautiful collie by the name of Frazier. Here he is staring me down.
|You're in my spot, lady|
So, there Julie and I were chatting when all of a sudden we hear thunder way in the distance and poor Frazier starts pacing around ever-so-slightly whimpering. I ask Julie why he's doing that and she replies, he's afraid of the thunder...the barely audible thunder.
Before I could say much more, Frazier jumped up onto the sofa where I sat and crawled onto my lap. How a big puppy like that thought he could fit on top of me is anyone's guess! He decided in his infinite doggie wisdom, that I was going to keep him safe from the thunder. How he knew this, I'll never know, but it must have worked. No harm befell him, you see. That's me, dispellor of dangerous and very frightening thunder. I didn't even know I had it in me. Of course, I never knew I had it in me to be a kitty midwife, either. I'll have to tell you about that some other time.
I did feel badly for the poor, scared puppy. Frazier was shaking, quite literally shaking from head to toe, the poor baby. And here I thought he was at Wooly Acres to protect the other animals from predators and perhaps he does. It's just the thunder he can't handle!
I did like Frazier, the fluffy beast and the scared-dee-ist puppy I even met.