The thunder buddy.

The clouds have been building all afternoon, pushing the blue sky east, to be replaced with ominous, promising patterns of grey. For most in the west, the first rumbly moans from the sky elicit a cheeky hopeful grin. Imaginations slip into eighth gear (imaginations have unlimited gears) and suddenly it seems probably that the dust bowl could be converted into a gushing flash flood. The excitement is akin to the tension the day before a wedding.

But there is one member of this household who thinks that storms are scarier than zombies or centipedes. Scarier, even, than a praying mantis! Poor Boots has no enthusiasm for storms. At the first minor grumble, he quivers, and trots over on his weary legs, eager to be close.


As the crescendo rises, and a roar comes from all sides, he stands up, and occasionally falls over in his quest to be as close as possible. By the time the window is rattling, he has two paws on the bed and I am sincerely wishing we had purchased the thing at the supermarket that promised to make a dog’s breath smell less like a dog’s breath.

This is one of the best things about dogs, they’re brutally honest with their emotions. There is no playing around, pretending they’re not scared when a storm threatens to take a roof off. They show affection without any fear of rejection and suffer rejections with just a large exhale and a bit of alone time.

Best of all, is the excitement they show for those horrid dog biscuits that resemble kangaroo droppings. I’d love for it to be socially acceptable for humans to bounce up and down on springs when presented with a selection of curries or a Mexican feast! Instead, I smile politely and pretend it’s not the highlight of the week.

And then there’s the sex. Just see a specimen you like, run up from behind, and, boom, you’re doing it. Everyone is watching, and you feel like the star player at the Australian Open.

Now, I’m not advocating that humans adopt some of these less-than-civilised activities that our four-legged pals take for granted. But let’s have a think about it. Perhaps we could be a bit more open about our fears and joys – you might just find yourself a thunder buddy to share these things with.