Mom got me something called a Thundershirt She says I have Anxiety.
The first time she put it on me, I was sort of Scared. But then I got Very Sleepy.
WHENEVER SHE TAKES IT OFF ME, I RUN AND JUMP AND CHEW ON MY BROTHER. I BARK AND CHASE MY TAIL.
But when she puts it back on me, I want to Sit On Someone. My Mom, My Brother, anyone.
OFF. on. OFF. on. OFF. on.
Mom says The Thundershirt Is Working. I Still Don’t Like to put it on. But Mom doesn’t Holler at me as much when I wear it. She says, Good Dog, and lets me Snuggle.
You should get a Thundershirt if you like to Snuggle.