Monday, April 2, 2007

Pets and weather

I hope you had a nice weekend. I spent part of mine with family and friends and in this posting, I want to introduce you to one of my family members; Millie. She is a full blood Welsh Corgi that I've had now for over 2 years. The picture on the left is when she was just 6 weeks old and still not potty trained (I'm glad those days are behind us). The picture on the right is a more recent picture, but what is hard to see in either picture is that Millie has very short legs. The funny thing is what she lacks in legs she makes up in willpower. It may not seem possible, but her back legs are very strong and she is able to jump about 3-4 feet in the air. I'm convinced my dog works out while I'm away from home during the day.

If you read my last blog entry, I did mention how dogs were good storm chasing companions. Millie and I were out in western Kansas last Wednesday tracking the storms. Although she isn't very fond of loud claps of thunder or storms in general, she seemed to be enjoying her time in the back of SatCam while we were keeping a close watch on the clouds. If you have a pet, please share your stories on how they react to thunderstorms and weather in general. Some say pets are good meteorologists and they know when threatening weather is on the horizon. I think there is some truth to this and I'll have to look into it for a future blog entry.

If I'm at home when a thunderstorm comes through, Millie will not leave my side. She doesn't bark or get upset. Instead, she would rather be right under my feet where she feels the most protection. I must have her fooled. Millie has had a few TV appearances on weekends and I'm sure there are more of them down the road. Have a great week!


Kaye said...

Hi Ross,

Do you remember the summer of 1990? I was in grade school at the time, but I remember a lot of severe weather occurring then.

When the first storm blew through, we had to pick up and drag our lab down the basement stairs. She did not want to go down there! But she quickly learned that the basement was indeed where she wanted to be, and when the other storms hit, she made sure she was the first one down the stairs. We'd barely have the door open and you'd see this big, black dog whizzing past and you'd hear a ka-dunk, ka-dunk, ka-dunk going down the stairs. The poor thing was so scared!

She never did like storms and, like Millie, would never leave my side during them. She'd be pressed up against me. She'd also pant...a lot...and bless me with her doggie breath. :)

Anonymous said...

I hope to see Millie soon on TV! I enjoy seeing a little bit of personality when I'm watching the news and weather!

Blog History