Dief had always hated thunderstorms. When he was a pup he would snuggle into his mom’s soft white fur as rain fell and thunder shook their welping den as he also shook.
Now, he was no longer a pup, but thunderstorms were still bad. He could no longer hear thunder but he could feel it shake the house and he could smell electricity; it smelled like how a sour apple tasted.
Dief and Bear were snuggled together in Bear’s dog bed. Thunder struck and Dief snuggled into Bear; Bear’s fur might be short and course, but he still soothed Dief.