Nelson the Terrified

May the fleas of a thousand rabid stray dogs infest the mangy hair and silky sheets of those setting off fireworks in The Grove and terrifying my already-terrified Nelson who doesn’t like thunder (on a very rainy day) or things that go ‘boom.’

He was sound asleep on the rug.  A fireworks burst woke him.  He jumped into my lap and pressed himself against me.

It’s going to be a long holiday weekend.  This boy shakes and is inconsolable.

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