Sage hates thunderstorms. This afternoon we had a couple of hours of the sky rumbling and grumbling.
During a stressful week, Sage like to spend time by herself in our bedroom closet. This week, we’ve added an inability to go outdoors without encouragement and some pulling. Once she’s crossed the road, she’s fine however every noise frightens here. Planes, trucks, motorcycles, anything with a bass line.
Next week will be better, thinks Sage.