Ugh. More loud thunder and heavy rain, so Zorro was up most of the night, pacing and scratching. I had to drag him out to do his business this morning. I managed to get him halfway down the street but then he heard one of the neighbors rolling her recycling cart (which to him sounds like thunder) and turned tail for home.
Tonight we're going to try giving him a couple of Benadryl, which his foster owner says "takes the edge off" her thunderphobic dog. In Zorro's case, though, the edge is pretty sharp.
Read enough about dogs on the Internet and you can find reasons to feel grateful. Unlike some dogs (including, apparently, Marley), Zorro doesn't tear up the house during storms. And while he's extremely fearful, he's never been aggressive. I have literally dragged him by his collar to get him to go outside and he has never growled or snapped. Instead, he either lies down, or in extremis, rolls over on his back. This, of course, endears him to me even more.
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