I got a new thundershirt, and I’ve got it on under this here blanket in this photo:
If you look real close, you can even see it:
That’s right, it’s not an actual thundershirt, it’s my brother the Doodlebug!
I turn into a little trembling fraidy-dog when the sky goes rumble-rumble and crackly-split, but my Dude is solid as a rock. He doesn’t care about the thunders at all! I used to jump right into the bed with mama and dad when the sky got angry with me, but now I have a new solution.
I convince the Dude to dig up the blanket that normally covers the Dora, and then we start wiggling our way underneath so we can be protected by its soft, blue wonderfulness. Normally we don’t really get the whole way there — our heads get under, but our butts and matching tails and little hind bunny-legs stay sticking out. Sometimes mama walks in at that point, and after she’s done laughing, she will sometimes take pity and cover us up.
And I gotta say — ever since the Dude came along, I’m not so dready about the thunders anymore!
Has anybody else tried using their brother as a thundershirt?