We know how he “thinks.” At least five years ago during a daytime tornado warning, Fritz took him to the safest place in basement. They huddled together until the storm abated. When similar conditions come, he knows what to do: seek shelter away from windows in the center of the basement. It used to be only thunder, but now he’ll take any windy, rainy excuse. If one of us is in the kitchen he will lean in, without a hair-space between us. He wants to be as close as possible in times of danger.
Yesterday was Good Friday. I was hoping that I’d see the clouds lifting about noon just as they did when Jesus was crucified and he said, “It is finished.” I remember several Good Fridays past when that happened; reminding me in a very visual way that resurrection always follows Good Friday. But this year that picture did not come.
We all got scared when yet another storm came in late evening, with thunder and lightning surrounding us. Jake inched up to Fritz’s chair on the carpet and wasn’t scolded. Because the storm still raged at bedtime, we put a towel over the window in the place the dog sleeps and after much patting and reassurance, closed the door. I draw a line about dogs in bed.
I was reminded of a meditation I wrote long ago as part of a series on “clouds,” using Exodus 19:16 – On the morning of the third day, there was thunder and lightning, with a thick cloud over the mountains and a very loud trumpet blast. Everyone in the camp trembled.
It told of another black lab, Cygnus, who was so terrified at thunder he once jumped from the back deck, through a window into my son’s bathroom and huddled in the bathtub. It also mentioned my then two year-old granddaughter, who during a storm hid under her Mom’s skirt and declared, “I don’t like funder!”
The storms are supposed to be over. Jake and those of us who hate “funder” or other frightening parts of life or the sadness of Good Friday—have the assurance that we’ll soon see the Easter glory we have all been waiting for.