[The JD]

Last night during the thunderstorm that took down a tree at the other end of my street, the dog was freaked out and inconsolable, running back and forth over my lap. I realized his ThunderShirt was in the truck, which was not under the carport, unfortunately...so I ran out to get it, got drenched in the time it took to open the door...and when I turned around to run back for cover, there's the dog RIGHT by my ankles.

So I ran out in the rain to get his ThunderShirt because I was worried about him, and he ran out in the storm that he was terrified of because he was worried about me. I think maybe we have a co-dependent relationship.