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Mischief making Little Prince Typhoon Phooey has been called many names over the years, but bet you thought we would never refer to him as a nerve calmer.
Don’t like the rumbling sky.
A wave of thunderstorms crossed the mountain ridges and gave us several hours of rain. Frankie was not happy about all of the noise and asked for his Thundershirt and some compassionate care.
Probably not the first dog you think of when the word compassionate is used.
Yes, devil may care Typhoon entered the room and jumped up on the bed. Was he here to cause his usual trouble?
Nope, just here to be a nerve calmer to my Big Bro.
Yeah, Hu-Dad didn’t buy it either.
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