Thunderstorm

'Dogs can suffer from different fears and phobias.'

A week ago, it was reported that a thunderstorm would hit New York at night today. So every single citizen started making preparations for their houses, or in other cases, apartments, stocking them with food, batteries, flashlights, and other necessary utilities. In his seven years and a half of life, he had never experienced a thunder storm. But he was sure his dad did.

'These phobias can have a variety of causes, including lack of early socialization, genetics, or a negative experience.'

He knew he shouldn't be, but he was pretty excited. Experiencing a natural phenomenon was something you didn't see every day. He knew some of the consequences. Homes are destroyed, people is left without a home.

The winds were already starting. And everybody else made their way home. Schools were canceled for today and the next day, so were the jobs. Well, some of them. New York is a very busy city.

His dad had already done all that the day before they announced the storm. So they had nothing else to do. Sherman was lying on the bed and Mr. Peabody was watching the 'weather channel'. Yeah right. He was watching the dog channel, some fashion show with some pretty female beagles modeling some fancy dresses. Sherman smiled. He wasn't stupid. Sometimes they'll go for a walk or something, when he would notice his dad watching some cute females at the park. Sometimes.

So, Sherman took his cellphone charger and connected to it. It was possible that the lights would go out, so better be safe than sorry.

So night came to be. And the storm as well. And the lights went out too.

"Sherman, you better go to sleep. It's a little bit pass your bedtime."

"But there's no school tomorrow, Mr. Peabody."

Peabody gave him a look.

"I'll go to bed."

'A dog's fear and phobias may lead to different things…'

After putting on his PJ's and a good night's hug, Sherman just stared at the celling for a whole twenty minutes. He couldn't sleep. He wandered what his friends were doing. Were they asleep? What was Penny doing? Should he call and see if-

BOOM! CLASH! TING!

WHAT was that strange sound outside? He had enough with that squeaky sound from his dad squeaky bone. He didn't need another annoying sound. So grabbing his glasses, he walked outside to the dark hallway. Once in a while illuminated by the lighting's light which was followed by thunder. That did not scared Sherman one bit. He was a big boy now. And nothing would ever compare to the fear he felt after almost losing his dad in the Trojan War. This was not scary. This was as irritating as that squeaky sound.

CLASH!

That sounded like something broke. Sounded like clay.

'…such as cowering, trembling,…'

What Sherman saw in the living room was something he never expected to see, a crazy but scared Mr. Peabody running to random places around on his four legs. And every time a thunder followed the lighting, he would smash his face accidently onto something. Which coasted some priceless vases and a broken picture frame.

'… drooling, barking, destructive behavior, and, in some cases, aggression.'

Sherman watched in horror.

He didn't know if he should let him run, or try to stop him before he broke anything else.

He went for option number one. Why? Because he didn't know how would his dad react if he tried to stop him. Mr. Peabody once told him that he should never stop someone that could be so unpredictable in this kind of situation. Then Sherman realized something.

Mr. Peabody was afraid of thunderstorms.

Of course. It all made sense. The constant checking on the windows, the paranoid behavior, the constant checking on the weather channel (and the dog channel), getting everything even before they announced the storm, and getting Sherman to sleep early. All because he knew what would happen. He, Mr. Peabody, would cower in fear against the terrifying sounds.

Now that Sherman knew what the situation was about, he ran to his room and grabbed his cellphone. Thank goodness for the internet when you didn't had a book at hand about the subject. He searched fr a few seconds until he found a vet webpage. So he stared to read.

'Astraphobia is a fear of thunder, and it's a very common phobia in dogs. The degree of this fear can differ depending on the dog. A dog may tremble slightly or you may notice flattened ears and a tucked tail during a thunder storm. Others dogs may have a more severe phobia which leads them to hide, become destructive, or lose control of their bowels or bladder.

Dogs may also be able to sense a storm coming, way before you are able to detect it. They are able to, because they can feel the weather changes around them and they are especially sensitive to barometric pressure.'

Barome- what? Oh, let' just forget about that for now. That was it. His dad, like most dogs (genius or not), was astraphobic.

Poor Mr. Peabody. He should do something to calm him down.

But what?

'Dogs are excellent body readers. It means that they can sense how you're feeling emotionally or how your body is reacting to something.'

"Now I know how Mr. Peabody knows when I'm lying." He mumbled.

'Provide a safe, enclosed area where the dog can sit while the storm passes. This kind of place is mainly a quiet one.'

"That's already covered, my room is really quiet. I could barely hear the thunder."

'Keep the dog away from exits and doors. You don't want him running away or attacking someone, do you?'

That scared Sherman. What would happen if the world's most accomplished dog, simply ran away? The question was quickly answered.

BOOM! CLASH!

He's safe. He is just breaking some clay vases. But better hurry.

'One great way to get him to calm down, is simply putting a calm temperament around him, or tell him that a storm is nothing to worry about. That is, if he talks of course.'

"I love the internet."

So, putting up a calm temperament, he walked to the living room, only to find his dad, under a table cowering in fear. Sherman walked up to him. He was covering his eyes with his front paws.

Sherman though '…maybe I should carry him?"

The boy approached the table. He extended his hand to grab his dad, but the dog just backed away. 'Be calm, Sherman. He is only gonna answer to you if you are calm.' Good thing Mr. Peabody let himself be carried afterwards. Otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do. Upon arriving to his room and closing the door, he laid his dad in the middle of the bed, still cowering.

"Yesh, Mr. Peabody, you are heavy." The boy said. 'Maybe you should stop eating all those dog treats…'

He waited a few moments. It looked like that info he read was really good. He sat down besides his cowering father and put a hand on his back, an attempt to calm him down.

"Sherman?"

"Mnhh?

"Thank you?" Peabody said, still trembling.

Sherman smiled. "Well Mr. Peabody, you were quite the scary cat." He started to laugh.

Mr. Peabody looked at him seriously, still shaken up.

Then, Sherman realized something. "Mr. Peabody? I don't get my own joke."

Mr. Peabody smiled. But that smile faded quickly. "Sherman?"

"Yes, Mr. Peabody?" he looked at his dad.

"I didn't break anything, didn't I?" Oh, he was probably wondering if he broke that fancy Italian vase. Yes, yes he did.

Sherman looked at him. "Let's just go to sleep, dad."

"I broke it. Didn't i?"

Sherman looked at his father again. A timid smile on his face. Peabody sighed.

"I think that will be another WABAC trip to the Renascence."

"That would be pretty fantastic."

I want thank you all for your wonderful one shot ideas, but I all ready have too many of my own that have resembles with each other. You may have noticed this with other one shots. Now, when I finish writing 'Frozen Bowties' and finish publishing it and when I finish 'Of Black Glasses and Red Bowties' (Which is not going to happen any time soon, too many one shots.), I have another fanfic (Not crossover) that I want to share. I might use some of your ideas, but not all of them. Love you all, and thank you.