Summer months are never very happy for our Coonhound, Owen. He is very nervous about storms and fireworks. Luckily for Owen both can’t happen at the same time, but this weekend has been particularly hard for him because they’ve been alternating. The storms. The fireworks. Repeat. It’s hard for him because he sticks to us like glue when all of this is happening and is more likely to be stepped on. During these times Owen has all the personality of a shell shocked vet back from the war that has experienced one too many encounters with Charlie in the pitch black of night.