So... in review:
- I don't like storms or fireworks.
- I pee in the house when it thunders or loud fireworks goes off (my little way of saying "screw you loud noises",
- and then I pant and pace and claw the Human Woman bloody.
Anyhoo, she heard all of these wonderful things about the Thundershirt™ and watched the videos all slack jawed and amazed, and immediately ordered 2 and had them shipped jiffy quick because we had a lot of storms and she was low of plasma.
Meanwhile we had some doozy storms and chaos, mayhem and lots of clawing. When she wasn't being clawed, she was hitting the refresh button on the tracking number for the package.
FINALLY the Thundershirts arrived and... no storms. Nothing. Weeks went by, and no storms.
Frankly, I was fine with that and was satisfied that the Thundershirt did its work by warding off all of the evil storms in the world. Job well done... bravo.
Then last night...
The humans had just settled into bed early (because they're getting old and senile) and we pups had done our usual bed rearranging and space shifting and I was laying on my cold air vent when...
I knew it was thunder because the humans were whispering and turned the tv up. They try to fool me into believing its a jet, or loud car, or that vroomy motorcycle thing, but
Yep, no doubt about it, it was thunder, so I jumped on the bed and began clawing and panting, as usual.
That's when the Human Woman pulled out the Thundershirt, and I made a dash for my life. No way was I wearing that thing again. She put it on me when it first arrived and I humored her, let her take a picture of me, post it on Facebook (where she CLAIMS she has friends) and bragged about how easy it was to put on.
I dashed into the corner hoping to throw her off, but she followed and trapped me, and then there was no escaping it until she dropped the caramels by mistake and then it was GAME ON!