Every time there was a light flashy thing and rubble noises I stood on her and gave her a little lick to let her know I was there. At first My Margret pretended to be asleep, but she didn’t fool me I knew she was scared of the storm.
Then I invited her to pet me because I know she likes to do that. Every time she petted me she kept calling me a sweet girl so I know I helped her.
~ this is Bessie “the I’m scared um I mean My Margret is scared of storms” Pup for the rest of the pups and kitties.