Precious, the Weather Dog!
Does she know when the Barometric pressure changes?
When she first sat in my lap, she was just a little three-month-old, flea-covered, light orange and tan Pomeranian fur ball.
She was a rescue. Rescued from the Breeder who had recently passed away, and the husband was too grief-ridden to worry about a kennel full of dogs.
She would have died if we had not saved Precious (and oh, how the name fits her). We took her to the local Vet, and they immediately put her on medication and IVs and kept her for a few nights.
Precious and her sister Bella that we rescued three months later, have been a part of my life and my heart for ten years.
I live in the south, where we have hurricanes, tornadoes, lots of trees and wind, but no basements! We have “safe rooms.” The safe room in my house is a small interior windowless bathroom.
Precious and Bella, whom I call “the girls,” are afraid of bad weather and don’t like wind, rain, thunder, and especially storms.
One day, the local weatherman was advising of impending storms, and I began to notice that Precious had become my constant shadow. Wherever I went, Precious was there. Once I headed toward the “safe room,” Precious beat me there!
