I am NOT scared of THUNDER!
Hi Taj,
Mummy says I’m a wimp and a whinger.
Honestly Taj—it’s just not true.
My complaints are fully justified
and I am being deprived of my right to protest.
AND Mum and Dad gang up on me.
Two against one—that’s just not fair!
Take last night for example...
Hi Taj,
Mummy says I’m a wimp and a whinger.
Honestly Taj—it’s just not true.
My complaints are fully justified
and I am being deprived of my right to protest.
AND Mum and Dad gang up on me.
Two against one—that’s just not fair!
Take last night for example...
It was cold and wet outside, but inside it was okay. I was sharing my lounge with Dad so he could watch TV. I must have dozed off for a minute or two. [Okay it might have been an hour or two.] When I woke up I was all alone. The TV was switched off. The room was dark and quiet.
But I could hear a storm outside--
the wind screaming and the rain pounding…
and THUNDER.
Mummy and Daddy must have gone to bed and were probably asleep now all nice and warm and cosy under their big doona.
Now is that fair? Of course NOT!
But I got a chance to sneak into the bedroom when Mummy got up to go to the bathroom. I don’t think she noticed I had snuck in, but before she got back into her bed, she just happened to throw one of my blankies on top of me. A couple of minutes later I could tell by her breathing that Mummy had gone back to sleep.
Then there was more THUNDER.
No, of course I’m not scared of THUNDER!
THUNDERTHUNDERI came up to Mum and scratched politely on the side of the bed
suggesting that I hop under the blankets
to reassure her that THUNDER is not dangerous and
keep her warm and cosy.
You know what she did Taj? She got up AND picked me up AND carried me to the back verandah AND put me out AND shut the door.
Your Nanna would never do that to you, would she?
So I went under the house to the spot under Mummy and Daddy’s bed and I protested.
I squeaked a little squeak.
Nothing happened so I squeaked louder.
I heard Daddy say, ‘Where is Chewy?’
and Mummy say, ‘under the house.’
So did Daddy get up and come and rescue me?
NO, he did not.
I squeaked again and again, and what happened?
NOTHING!
They ignored me!
I must have dozed off again, because the next thing I knew it was starting to get light outside. The door between the verandah and kitchen was open and Mummy was in the playroom sitting in the big chair with a big blanky wrapped round her.
She invited me onto her lap and covered me with the blanky.
Justice at last!
But I could hear a storm outside--
the wind screaming and the rain pounding…
and THUNDER.
Mummy and Daddy must have gone to bed and were probably asleep now all nice and warm and cosy under their big doona.
Now is that fair? Of course NOT!
But I got a chance to sneak into the bedroom when Mummy got up to go to the bathroom. I don’t think she noticed I had snuck in, but before she got back into her bed, she just happened to throw one of my blankies on top of me. A couple of minutes later I could tell by her breathing that Mummy had gone back to sleep.
Then there was more THUNDER.
No, of course I’m not scared of THUNDER!
THUNDERTHUNDERI came up to Mum and scratched politely on the side of the bed
suggesting that I hop under the blankets
to reassure her that THUNDER is not dangerous and
keep her warm and cosy.
You know what she did Taj? She got up AND picked me up AND carried me to the back verandah AND put me out AND shut the door.
Your Nanna would never do that to you, would she?
So I went under the house to the spot under Mummy and Daddy’s bed and I protested.
I squeaked a little squeak.
Nothing happened so I squeaked louder.
I heard Daddy say, ‘Where is Chewy?’
and Mummy say, ‘under the house.’
So did Daddy get up and come and rescue me?
NO, he did not.
I squeaked again and again, and what happened?
NOTHING!
They ignored me!
I must have dozed off again, because the next thing I knew it was starting to get light outside. The door between the verandah and kitchen was open and Mummy was in the playroom sitting in the big chair with a big blanky wrapped round her.
She invited me onto her lap and covered me with the blanky.
Justice at last!
NO!
I am not scared of THUNDER.
Of course not.
I am not a wimp.
I am not a whinger.
I am a very, very, VERY brave dog!
I am not scared of THUNDER.
Of course not.
I am not a wimp.
I am not a whinger.
I am a very, very, VERY brave dog!
Yes, I am!
What about you Cuz?
Is there ever THUNDER where you live?
Is it very, VERY LOUD and heaps SCARY?
Lots of dogs are scared of THUNDER—are you?
Got to go Taj--
morning tea time--
time for me to go and share a Scotch Finger with Dad…
Is there ever THUNDER where you live?
Is it very, VERY LOUD and heaps SCARY?
Lots of dogs are scared of THUNDER—are you?
Got to go Taj--
morning tea time--
time for me to go and share a Scotch Finger with Dad…
Your cousin,
Chewy.
Chewy.