When the alerts start going off, it’s hard not to feel uneasy. My Dobie senses it instantly — her body tenses, her gaze locked on me. She’s ready to move, ready to protect, loyal as ever even when thunder shakes the house.
In moments like this, you really see what courage looks like. It’s not loud or dramatic — it’s quiet, steady, and standing strong beside those you love. She doesn’t need words to tell me, “We’ve got this.”
We wait it out together, calm amid the chaos. Her steady breathing is my reminder: storms end, but love doesn’t waver.





