Today, I want to introduce you to my guardian and protector: Koda. He's a 67 pound Australian shepherd/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. He's on guard 24/7, and alerts me to anything out of the ordinary, which usually ranges from a person walking by the house to an aggressive squirrel ransacking the bird feeders. He's extremely protective of the house and the humans in it (he could care less about the cats, though), and usually he does an outstanding job in carrying out his sentry duties.
Except when there's a thunderstorm.
If he hears ANY thunder, he becomes the biggest wuss you've ever seen. He starts off by barking at the lightening, probably to show it who's boss. Then he progresses to howling, which can make you deaf in about 2 minutes. As the storm gets closer, he starts to panic. He has to be in the same room I'm in. His body must be in contact with my body at all times. If I'm at my desk, he must be under the desk, behind my legs. If I'm in bed, he must be at the foot of the bed, safely tucked between my legs or resting by my tush. If the thunder is loud enough, he will start shaking. His ears flatten out, the fur on his back will go up, and his tail will remain between his legs until the storm passes. The transformation between pre-storm dog and post-storm dog is incredible. Suddenly, I'm HIS protector. Only Mommy can keep the storm at bay. Only mommy can chase the bad thunder away. Cute, right? Yes, but only if he's not anywhere near anything breakable, such as computers, electronics, furniture, etc. Then, it's not so adorable.
I suppose I should be happy that he believes I could protect him. This means he accepts me as the Alpha female, which makes me the boss. But I would be a lot happier about it if I wasn't deaf right now.
There's another storm brewing for today. I've already put his dog bed underneath my desk, in preparation for the next panic attack. Am I a good mommy or what?
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