1. Thunder.
2. High winds.
3. Heavy rain.
===================
Especially for the
beloved pet-
Who doesn’t understand
how the works of “Mother Nature”,
are planned and set.
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1. Thunder.
2. High winds.
3. Heavy rain.
===================
Especially for the
beloved pet-
Who doesn’t understand
how the works of “Mother Nature”,
are planned and set.
09 Jan 2022 1 Comment
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It scared me seriously, but I quickly regained my senses, as I had the knowledge,
to know what it was, and where it came from.
This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
26 Oct 2021 Leave a comment
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It scared me seriously, but I quickly regained my senses, as I had the knowledge,
to know what it was, and where it came from.
This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
23 Aug 2021 1 Comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Pets, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Sad, Thunderstorms, Understand, Whatever, Writing
It scared me seriously, but I quickly regained my senses, as I had the knowledge,
to know what it was, and where it came from.
This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
03 Feb 2021 1 Comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Pets, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Sad, Thunderstorms, Understand, Whatever, Writing
It scared me seriously, but I quickly regained my senses, as I had the knowledge,
to know what it was, and where it came from.
This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
30 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
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This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
30 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
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This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
29 Apr 2016 1 Comment
in Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose Tags: "Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times", Mary Elizabeth Rumsey, MEinRhyme, Modern Mother Goose-On the Loose, Pets, Poetry, Reading, Rhyme, Sad, Thunderstorms, Understand, Whatever, Writing
It scared me seriously, but I quickly regained my senses, as I had the knowledge,
to know what it was, and where it came from.
This is not the case, of our pets. They hear something coming at them, in a
dangerous tone, and don’t have the comprehension, to know what it is all about.
The fear in many of them are sad.
One dog I know begins to shake even before the storm gets going. He can feel some
type of pressure, and he immediately begins to shake from fear. His owner has a heads
up, in regards, to any rain beginning to drop.
Another dog I know paces back and forth, looking for an out, or a way to battle that
crashing noise. This goes on until the storm takes its course. There is a final relaxation,
until the next episode.
Obviously it doesn’t matter what size the dog is as the fear remains the same.
Luna, my granddaughter’s dog is huge. Gentle, at heart, but carries a big body, and has
a big head. She doesn’t like thunder either.
So when I saw a selfie of them together during the last thunderstorm, I could see how
they handled the situation.
They were both in the bed, all covered and snuggled, with only their heads sticking out,
comforting each other during every boom.
“If only we could all hideaway-
On the very next thunderstorm day.”
22 Apr 2016 1 Comment
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1. Thunder.
2. High winds.
3. Heavy rain.
===================
Especially for the
beloved pet-
Who doesn’t understand
how the works of “Mother Nature”,
are planned and set.
29 Mar 2016 1 Comment
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1. Thoughts.
2. Ideas.
3. Stuff you don’t research.
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On route-
To figure out the stuff, that is in doubt.