Andy, the brave and the powerful

Thunderstorms rolled through Valdosta this morning, with heavy rain and a smattering of pea-sized hail.   Andy, instead of reacting with his usual quivering, cowering terror, confronted the enemy with aggression:  he ran angrily from room to room, barking and snarling with his best tough-guy swagger.

When the menace had passed, he jumped onto the bed, wagging his tail with a self-satisfied look on his face.  "What a good, brave puppy you are! " we bragged, petting him. "You protected us, and scared away that bad old thunder."

Being proactive is empowering.