First thunderstorm

He wasn’t sure about the hard rain hitting the sliding glass door at first, but we played lots of games and he got lots of chicken and when the storm slowed down a bit (& Voodoo indicated he needed to go outside) we tried it.  He didn’t want to come through the door with the rain hitting him in the face.  So I carried him into the yard and then he ran around and played (& pooped). There was a close and loud rumble of thunder that spooked him a bit and he ran toward the house, but I got happy excited “yea!  What a cool sound!” and he came to me and got him a bunch of chicken and I think he recovered well.  Hopefully all he remembers about storms is that they bring fun and lots of treats. 🙂