Lately Spokane has been having these crazy thunderstorms where it feels like the almighty is kicking our house and deciding whether to light us on fire. The thunder has made me jump a few times, and I'm a veteran of dozens of heavy metal concerts in the 80's.
So if it makes the humans take a gulp of air with some of the big booms, think of what it does to my poor Zoey. She's a delicate flower. And as I've mentioned before and the missus and I always joke about, we're pretty sure that she thinks I am her pet. So to the best of my dog whisperer instincts, my dog is trying to tell me this when she dives under the covers:
"PET! PET! THERE'S SOME SERIOUS SHIT OUTSIDE! PROTECT US, PET, OR WE'RE DOOMED!"
The thunder is so scary, and Zoey is so smart that after the thunder booms, she will peek out the blankets to wait for the flash. She knows the boom comes after the flash, and duck back in the blankets when she sees the flash and starts shaking until the boom.
The rest of the pack doesn't seem to mind the thunder so much, except for Ty, who sometimes barks at it. Bear seems more inconvenienced by Zoey's anxiety than anything happening outside.