My sister’s flight was delayed an hour and a half yesterday because of bad weather. This morning, I was awakened during a fierce thunderstorm by a trembling dog trying to get as close to me as she could. I pulled the covers over her and fell back to sleep. When I woke up, she was gone, so I figured the weather had gotten better.
Then I walked into my sister’s room and found this unhappy face staring at a cruel world from beneath the covers just as another storm rolled in.
I’ll bet that over at Tim’s, Rex is equally unhappy.
How very adorable!!! I once took a similar pic of our cat.
Margot! (It is “Margot,” right? Get their names confused, sometimes.) Tony used to tremble when it thundered, too.
Mark Harris, is this THE Mark Harris that got a call from Saints and Sinners today … and spoke to the eternally perky ticket girl? If not … I am SHAMED
Forgive me for not realizing that that was you, Marika. Otherwise I’d have said, “Hey, it’s great finally hearing your voice,” or something.
It is a great voice, very friendly and cool-sounding. : )
It’s great to put a voice to the “LJ voice,” isn’t it?
My phone call(s) helped make me even more excited for S&S. It’s almost surreal to think that we’ll all be meeting face to face soon.
Yeah. I always think I’m going to miss the voices I’ve manufactured in my head to narrate the things different people write. For example, when I read your entries and comments, Lisa, I always hear in my head Gregory Peck.
(You’re entitled to smack the hell out of me when we meet.)
I guess I should be honored that it’s Gregory Peck. It coulda been The Nanny or somebody equally obnoxious.
Both my mom and my best friend have a hard time telling if they’re talking to me or Jeff when the phone is first answered here at home. So apparently I sound like a 15 year old boy.
I see my Nanny link didn’t come through right, either. I guess some things just aren’t meant to be, one of those things being me linking out of a comment box. =)
Lisa did I call you today too? I am shamed I was going through a gazillion papers… I only kinda knew it was David.
oh and Becky, you and Timothy … NO CALLS. But never forget I have your number, Missy…
Ah, but even better, I have YOURS. 😉
Actually, you called me Tuesday. Your timing was perfect, I’d been awake about 10 minutes. (Thanks for not waking me up!) (I’m sure you called oodles of people, but I was one who had payed the day the system told you how much I paid, but not for what.) After the call and I was more awake, I was going to post and ask if that was you I had talked to. But then I got to talk to you again, because I hadn’t been able to check out the day there was something wrong with the system, so it looked like I had several passes in my cart, so you were clarifying that, too.
I called you twice and you didn’t say “Marika you ASS, it’s me? ”
I just figured that you were being all professional and getting your job done.
I don’t have a number. Good luck with that.
Damn!
Hey … it wasn’t till I hung up that I thought … “Hey, is this THE Mark Harris?” Had I realized I would have gushed on the machine… I also got to talk to Davidpnyc as well! it was a good day!
Damn, you did have fun today. Does David sound like Nanette Fabray after a bender? Me and the boys have a betting-pool going on that one.
Nanette Fabray drinks?!
and I’m not tellin’…
Glad you’re not telling… you can be trusted. The secret that I actually sound like Diana Ross with fleas, we’re still mum about that, you and me, right?
Poor Margot!
It’s pouring down rain here, but hasn’t thundered since last night. I’m just tired of it raining on my days off.
aww! poor thing!
“I’ll bet that over at Tim’s, Rex is equally unhappy.”
He was. It had started raining before we went to bed, so he was uneasy because of that. When it stopped, at 5 AM, I let him outside to pee. I brushed my teeth, peed, and then went to let him in, but he wasn’t at the door. I walked down the driveway and found him standing on your porch, as though he’d die if one paw touched the earth. From that moment on he was impossible for the rest of the night. Currently, he’s curled up on the couch near me, asleep, having yelping dreams.
My poor kitty does the same thing. Thunder and heavy rain absolutely terrifies my little girl.
Don’t know whyyyyyyyy, there’s no sun up in the sky…
… thanks for that.
Sugar hated it too. Perhaps the pups can start a club or something.
DADOGGÉ DON’T LIKE BOOM-BOOM!
Nickie DaDoggé was completely oblivious to thunder until her second birthday. Being an All-American Doberdox she was born on the Fourth of July, That was the Fourth when all of the neighbors decided to hold a barbecue and fireworks display. The percussions, concussions and cacophony began about six and continued unabated until midnight. By that time I had newspaper over three spots on the floor trying to sop up the pee. The dog was under my mom’s bed and didn’t come out until noon the next day.
She gets tranquilizers for the fourth, and for some reason tries to get out of the house and into the yard during thunderstorms. Go figure.
Oscar LeChat just walks around the house with a smirk on his face.
Really Rob
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This is one reason that I really don’t like fireworks. Any time there are fireworks, many dogs get lost and traumatized. I think they are beautiful to look at, but I don’t enjoy them. (Also, I don’t enjoy them because they sound like battle to me. Maybe it’s a past life thing.)
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Someone I used to work with who happens to have a full brother to sophie, said that her dog always liked the 4th, because the fireworks sounding like the guns when her husband would take him hunting–he apparently thought it was time to go out to the fields.