Regular thunderstorms and such, no, they're too use to them.

But Murph and Maddie did let me know about a wingdinger of storm coming once. I had put them outside while I was painting my bedroom. They were always good about staying outside, no whining to come in. Well all of a sudden, they just went nutz to come in the house. Barking, whining and frantically scratching on the door.

I opened the door to see what was going on and they flew past me into the house. I couldn't see or hear anything unusual outside, but I figured if they wanted in that badly, there must be something, so I didn't put them back outside. Within about 5 mins or so, we got bombarded with golf ball size hail. The racket was incredibly loud, so I'm sure they must have heard it miles away and knew they didn't want to be outside in it. MOM!, Let us in the big house where it's safe.

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