Right now, Rhona, who also goes by my wife, Autumn's mom, and Buffalo State master's student, is doing a great job juggling all of her many titles. She's also become the chief dog walker to our strange dog.
Here's why she's strange. Lucy hates, hates, hates, thunder. Anything remotely like thunder, and she's going under the bed. Well, we live in the city. Close enough to where the Buffalo Bisons play that Lucy has learned to hate evening walks because the often coincide with fireworks (to her thunder) during and after the games. The heavy humidity also smells, to her, like rain is coming. And rain offers a chance at thunder. So times are tough right now for little Lucy -- she sleeps under our bed at night these days.
Still, Rhona and Autumn take her for a walk. And I think Autumn loves it. And I appreciate that Rhona has a lot on her plate these days, but she manages to get it all done. I just want everyone to know that she's doing a great job. Autumn, Lucy and I are all lucky people/pets.
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