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My poor foster got so nervous. (She's a bit of a nervous nelly to begin with.) She barked and barked. We went out with the big golf umbrella. She paced and paced and did her business. Then inside she paced and paced and had diarrhea, thankfully on a cheap throw rug. Then she threw up, on another throw rug. Then she had another episode of the former kind on the tile. She has now settled down, but we have blown up the aerobeds and are sleeping out in the great room because it's all tile. Well, I said I was sleeping out here, and next thing I know, my dear husband was dragging out another aerobed to stay with me.

The other golden is remarkably calm, probably because there's no thunder. I know we will not be going outside again until this is over. I also know he can hold it. Hopefully I will be able to get Annie out to either the lanai or the front porch.