Junior was afraid of everything. He did not know why..
He was afraid of the vacuum cleaner. When he heard it, he would run and hide and whine until the humming stopped/
He was afraid of storms. The thunder hurt his ears, he would run and hide and whine until the crashing stopped.
He was afraid of meeting new people. He would run and hide and whine until they would leave.
He was afraid of bath time he would try to run in hide. But it was too late, he would whine until the splashing stopped.
He was also afraid of the dark. He would whine with fear until it was bright again.
He didn't want to be afraid of everything anymore.
Junior was going to stand up to his fears. He was ready.
He heard the vacuum hum. He ran right up to it and barked. The vacuum didn't bark back. He wasn't afraid of the vacuum anymore.
He heard the storm coming. He sat on the couch waiting. When Junie heard the thunder roar, he sat still and wasn't afraid anymore.
Junior was still afraid of new people, but they were nice they would pet his head and say "Good boy." They really weren't so bad after all.
It was bath time. Junior ran right up to the tub and jumped in. He should the water who was the boss.
It was bedtime now, time to go into the dark. He grabbed his toy moose, walked right in and laid down. He conquered the dark. It wasn't bad at all.
He was not afraid of the vacuum hum, the storms roar, meeting people, the splashing water or the dark.
He was the bravest dog of them all.