I love my dog. So much. But when it thunders (or there's fireworks), she's a menace. Between last night and tonight she's drooled all over my fresh bedding, ripped apart the cat food bin, and chewed through, yes *THROUGH*, two cans of cat food, all while pacing, panting, drooling, and trying to break through the doors. She put herself in the bathtub this time, and I'm not mad about it. Maybe she'll sleep in there tonight so I can actually get some sleep of my own! Poor pup, and poor me!