Last night I was standing at the table as usual, drawing new pieces, working on the computer, doing all different kinds of “businessy” stuff, when the clouds rolled in and the sky started to rumble. It doesn’t happen often in Arizona, so it’s a fun thing to get to watch. But I kept my head down, thinking “I have too much to get done tonight…”
The lightning got brighter and the thunder more frequent, when I felt something fuzzy brush up against my leg.
There, jammed under the table, was my golden retriever, Gary. He was smashed between the other chairs that were pushed in, his only goal was to get as close to me as he possibly could and stay there. My first thought was, “ugh, I don’t have time for this! I need to get this done!” And then he looked up at me with those great big brown eyes, and I realized how none of that was true.
“ugh, I don’t have time for this!”
So we walked over to the middle of the living room and curled up on his bed, Gary never leaving my side, and I scratched his belly as he groaned his “happy groans.” But I’m not sure who it was that needed the protection from the storm. Many would probably think he was nervous from the thunder and wanted comfort. But if you know Gary, I think he knew it was me that needed the comfort, and it really wasn’t from the storm. He knows exactly when I need to take a break and just enjoy a rainy night with my good boy.