Most of you know Trixie, our joyful goofy, three year old Vizsla. A friend recently said of her, “She hasn’t a mean bone in her body; she’s a good natured woman.” Good natured and no mean bones, yes, but Gawdamitey she’s an absolute sack of frightened bones! Terrified bones.
We’ve just spent the entire night up and down trying to comfort her to no avail as racy little thunder cell after cell roared onshore and lit up the sky in huge, jagged, exploding streaks, dumped rain in sheets along with howling wind and then in about three minutes went quiet and calm, but there was no intermission in Trix’s mind. Our efforts quickly deteriorated from comfort to restraint. It is gut wrenching to see her so panicked, almost catatonic, and rife with doom, yet be unable to provide her any relief.
Drug her you say? I can send you a list as long as my arm of “calming” drugs we’ve tried…nothing. Thunder Shirt? She ate it. Cannabis drops? Stoned maybe, but still scared beyond reason. She is wired the way she is wired and we will live with it, stumble along from time to time, but we must try to live with it.
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Deb and Mike
Poor Trixie. We have been so lucky with both Bailey and Murphy. Neither has been affected by thunder, etc. However, we have not had storms like the one you described. Now if Murphy would just not be intimidated by visitors, we would be happy. Thanksgiving started out predictably with Murphy barking and peeing each time someone new came to the door. Fortunately we only had 6 guests and one extra dog! Happy Belated Turkey Day to you both — I don’t imagine you celebrated it, did you?
Our love to you both and to Trixie, Terry and Stan
The good news is that thunder is rare around here 😜