Thunderstorm

Last night we had a thunderstorm and I didn't like it one bit. I barked as loud as I could at every thunder clap and still it went on and on. I did everything in my power to scare it off, but nothing worked. Finally, it went away and I was exhausted. I'll have to be more vigilant and do a better job of guarding the place. Trying to keep thunderstorms away is difficult. They just go where they want.

My cousin Koobus III used to pace around the house and shiver when he heard thunder. I can still see his tracks. When he got older, he would go hide during storms. (I think I found all his hiding places plus a few good ones of my own.) Although Koobus III never barked at thunderstorms like I do, he was not a wimp. He just had psychological issues when it came to thunder. Not me, though. Not yet....

My new motto is, "Oobie doobie, don't mess with Koobie!" I'm serious about this. Just look at my picture of me on guard duty. I'm real tough, and that's true. I will bark at anything that moves or makes noise -- from an ant to an elephant. It doesn't matter to me. Size means nothing.