We have had rain in the Tennessee Valley since late Saturday night. It rarely stopped all day Sunday and the worst of it came through Monday morning and afternoon.

When it rains hard, it sends our dog, Maple, looking for a safe place that will allow her to find comfort. The problem is, she rarely finds it. The safe place is usually under something, and I think, to her, the smaller the space the better.

She will hide behind the big, gold chair. But once a clap of thunder is heard, she leaves that spot to burrow under the bed. Then that space is no good once the rain gets harder and the wind picks up, so she takes off to disappear beneath Fuller’s crib. She keeps moving, trying to find that safe place. If being under something isn’t good enough, she will try to press her shaking body up to mine or Damon’s, just to know we are there.

Yesterday, Damon helped her find a safe place. It was in very close proximity to Damon and definitely under something.

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