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Aug. 2nd, 2008 11:14 pmSo my aunt and uncle have two dogs. Tango and Trudy. They are Border Collies. Tango is a boy, Trudy is a girl. They're about 10/11 years old.
They hate thunderstorms. They run and hide and cower and I fear they will expire, poor babies.
There was a monstrous clap of thunder not long ago; one of those ones where the house shakes, just a little, and you go omgwtf!
I hear the sound of a dog scrambling. I know Tango will be in his bed in my auntie and uncle's room; so it must be Trudy. And I think nothing of it.
( And then I have to pee. )
linden_jay? Stop laughing at me.
They hate thunderstorms. They run and hide and cower and I fear they will expire, poor babies.
There was a monstrous clap of thunder not long ago; one of those ones where the house shakes, just a little, and you go omgwtf!
I hear the sound of a dog scrambling. I know Tango will be in his bed in my auntie and uncle's room; so it must be Trudy. And I think nothing of it.
( And then I have to pee. )
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