Thundershirt My Ass

Our dog has earned many a nickname in his three years with the family — Goatdog, asshole, jackass, dick.  But the one name that kinda surprises me (especially given the fact that he body slammed himself through the friggin’ front door) is WIMP.  Yes, for some reason, the big lug turns into one giant wussbag when it comes to thunderstorms.

Of course, we didn’t really discover this little phobia of his until a storm hit in the middle of the night, when he began pacing back and forth in our bedroom.  And let me just tell ya, dog nails and hardwood floors do not make beautiful music at 3 AM.  He was literally panting and slobbering and ten kinds of wigged out.

So I yanked his 50 pound ass up into our bed so that he would finally calm down, and I could get some shut eye.  However, my husband was not having any part of a furry beast rolling around in the sack with us.  It was evidently up to me to figure out a peaceful solution to this situation.

Thanks to Google and the lovely peeps on Twitter, I found out about the Thundershirt, which is supposedly “the proven solution for dog anxiety“.  It fits snugly around the dog to help him feel more at ease, kinda like swaddling a baby.  And when the website said that “over 80% of dogs show improvement“, well, hells bells, I was sold!

Unfortunately, though, the first opportunity I had to try out the thunder wonder, it was again smack dab in the middle of the night, and the damn thing was all the way downstairs.  But the next time it stormed, I was better prepared — I’d put it in our bedroom closet for easy access.  And when the dog started freaking, I wrapped him right up like a pig in a blanket and waited for the magic to begin.

As our bad luck would have it, though, Goatdog seems to be part of the 20% that is oblivious to the magic.  Awesome.  He continued to panic with each boom of thunder and ended up back in bed with us.  Which is a problem.  So now I’m gonna have to look into the possibility of Xanax for dogs (cause apparently, they can prescribe that).  And I need to make sure I order enough so that he can share some with me….

 

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2 Responses to Thundershirt My Ass

  1. Mary Anne says:

    We give our Jack Russell 2mgs of Valium. Works like a charm, except it makes him a little drunk. Also good for moms, kids, cats, etc…

  2. Miranda Hanna says:

    We also give ours a mild seditive for fireworks, etc. It totally works. I keep some on hand just for those times.

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