I was dreaming of the park—the one with the squirrels I never catch and the crunchy leaves I love to roll in—when the sky made a deep, low growl.
My eyes flew open.
At first, I wasn’t sure what I heard. I lifted my head from the floor and stared at the glass doors. Everything looked the same… but something felt wrong.
Then came the flash.
Bright. Quick. Angry.
My heart pounded in my chest.
The next sound was louder. The growl turned into a roar. It shook the ground beneath my paws, and I couldn’t stop myself—I ran. I didn’t care where. I just needed something over my head, somewhere dark, safe, small. I dove under the coffee table.
The floor was cold, but I didn’t care. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. My ears were pinned back so tight it hurt. And my chest? It felt like it might burst. I wanted to bark, to cry, to hide forever.
Then… her voice.
“Hey, sweet girl,” she said. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
I wanted to believe her. I really did. But the sky kept yelling.
She crawled down next to me. Slowly. Gently. Like she knew what I needed. Like she’d been there once, too.
Then came the best part.
The blanket. The soft one she brought home last week. The one with just enough weight to make me feel like someone’s hugging me—even when they’re not.
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She wrapped it around me and scooped me into her lap. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to be brave. But her arms felt like home. She hummed something. Soft music filled the room. (Shop calming music speaker for dog anxiety relief )
The sky was still angry, but here in her arms, the world felt smaller.
Safer.
I don’t know when I stopped shaking. I don’t know when the storm passed.
All I know is I woke up still in her lap, her hand resting gently on my back, rising and falling with every breath.
And I knew:
She was my safe place now.
No matter what the sky said.