No pup was at ease or appreciating the much needed moisture. We gathered in the bedroom to give Benson his subq fluids and discovered that someone had channeled nervous energy into chewing a hole in the corner of Bella's sleep mat...Nothing that can't easily be mended but a clear sign that the force of the storm was rattling confidence and making someone(s) edgy.
"It is all right," I reassured the White Dogs. Steve closed the blinds tightly. "We are all safe and dry. When Benson is done getting his treatment we will have treats just like always. Come close and it will be fine."
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| Sachi is next to Steve, Zso is in her crate next to the foot of the bed, Opal is with her, Nilla is at Steve's legs, and Benson is on the bed awaiting his therapy pressed tightly to my hip. |