He gets like this when he is afraid, panting, curled tongue unless he tries to bark it away.
Prediction A perfect weather system heading our way Heavy rain for twenty-hours will stay Ice and sleet will pass us by and hit the north Snowfall for some but we don't have a choice Sounds Before the storm a silence and stillness, then Sighing of the pines will slowly begin Doves in their choir will fill the cold air Crows busy cawing out their warnings fair Sights Gray sky seems to touch winter laden earth Bare limbed trees shiver, squirrels eat dearth Swaying of the pines in cold, damp air Slight easterly breeze brings a different flare Storm Storm arrives hours later with a bang Strong pouring rain, lightning and thunder harangue Sleepy Chihuahua awakes with fright Sleep eludes us most of the night
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He gets like this when he is afraid, panting, curled tongue unless he tries to bark it away.