Our local high school (about 2 minutes from where I live) shoots off fireworks. Well... Virginia decided to have another freak storm. My dog, Zar, hates any loud noises. He doesn't even like high wind. So lets set off fireworks, thunder, and freakish high wind and see what he does.
I end up with a scared dog on my lap while I'm trying to write. If someone isn't holding him then he freezes like a statue and won't move. Sometimes it looks like he's not even breathing. Other times he shakes really bad. It's pitiful and breaks my heart. My other dogs, Bennie and Tucker, don't do this. They're all chillaxed. Tucker looks at Zar like, "What on earth is wrong with you?"
“I wish you’d sing and play for me more often. You’re so talented.”
“I don’t know about that,” he finished the song and leaned the guitar against the wall.
“Really?” I quirked a brow. “When you played at Griff’s those girls were ready to throw themselves at you.”
He laughed. “Okay, maybe I’m not that bad.”
“Ya think?” I smiled.