We adopted Stella in 2020 from a FB post. She had been used for breeding and then abandoned to fend for herself on city streets. She was found skinny, blind and traumatized.
Today she lives a royal life without care, that is, until there’s a thunderstorm. Last night we were hit with a doozy. She shook and fought like a wildcat, until I lay on my side, held her against me with a pillow in her back and covered her tightly. There was lots of stroking, soothing talk and shushing. Not much sleeping.
About four in the morning I got up with her. She had been panting a lot so I took her for water. As I walked into our living room my feet hit water. Slosh, slosh, it took my half asleep brain a second to register, flooding!
I woke Lisa and we squeegeed, mopped and toweled until five. Rain had come in under the side door, which had never happened before. The solar held and we were grateful to not be working in the dark.
Of course neither dog offered to help with the cleanup.
The sun came out and everything is dry and Stella is back to her calm self. Living on the street, rummaging for food must have been pretty traumatic for a little blind dog. I’m just glad storms don’t happen too often.
DOS TORTAS
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