For the past few days it’s be unusually stormy and wet. Normally we get the heaviest rains of the year during summer, but they usually aren’t more than a drizzle that last for a week or more. This year however, the weather has been much more intense. The heat and humidity is one thing, but the rain storms have had actual thunder and lightening. This isn’t as common as I remember thunderstorms being in Ohio. A good lightning and thunderstorm in Korea is relatively rare.
Last night the rain started up in the evening, and we went to bed like normal, Yoshi out on the veranda, asleep before we were. We were awoken in the middle of the night by him wimpering. It was raining much more that before, and there would be occasional thunderclaps. The wimpering got lounder, and then Yoshi started to pace on the veranda. He didn’t back, but he wanted inside. The veranda is loud during a rain storm, and I don’t have great hearing like a dog either.
We let him inside, but wouldn’t let him in our room. We left the veranda sliding door open for him to go outside if he needed to use his bathroom, and we thought that he would just sleep on the couch and leave us alone. Instead, he went over by our bedroom door and tried to get inside. It wasn’t doing us any good leaving him inside if he wanted into the bedroom. Whenever Yoshi would try to get into the door, my wife would shout “OHMYGOD!” in surprise, as if she couldn’t remember we had let the DOG in, and NOT the axe weilding psychopath.
I had already spent one afternoon trying to calm Yoshi down from thunderstorm. We had sat on the couch while he was shaking in fear. Whenever lightning would strike, he would finch, then he would pace around the house looking for the thunder. I had to hold him and calm him down the entire time. I didn’t really want to hold the dog the entire night, as it looked like the storm was going to continue for some time.
After an hour of trying to settle him down with no luck, I decided that I needed to find a room that wasn’t as noisy as our living room, and didn’t have the large window to freak him out. I considered the central bathroom, which wouldn’t give off any light, but my wife said he hated that room from post-bathtime related trauma. I decide
