Last night was the third time we’ve had quite a bit of thunder and Rita hasn’t reacted. I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up that she’s gotten over her fear of thunder but it’s been so nice not to have her panic for hours.
I don’t think she’s losing her hearing . . let the Fed Ex or UPS guy drive up or if I say “Vince, it’s time to eat!” . . that word “eat” and she’s in the kitchen in a jiffy waiting to be fed.
It’s just weird. It will thunder and Vince and I both look at each other, I find myself holding my breath and watching Rita and . . no reaction. I like it! If she can get over her fear of thunder, I should be able to get over my bridge fear, don’t you think?