> One time, see, I was walking my dog, see, and she rushed ahead of me to sniff an oddly-colored section of the sidewalk a ways ahead of us. Just when she lowered her nose to sniff the thing, it hopped up into the air in front of her. My dog, Pepper, was terrified. She ran back to me and cowered behind my legs. Turns out that what had startled her was a very large yellow/gray moth that was, for some reason, basking in the shade in the middle of a path. I tried to stroke its back, but it did the little hop again, never flying away. I was afraid that it was injured. However, insectophile that I am, I wasn't about to pick up something that big. When we continued our walk and passed it, my dog gave it as wide a berth as she could, walking out into the street.
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That's actually kind of funny. My dog is like that but has a different fear.

My dog has a fear of thunderstorms. You can tell when a thunderstorm is coming by her reactions. If she starts shaking, then one is probably coming. If she follows you everywhere, especially the bathroom, then one is probably coming. What the funny thing is that when ever one is coming, she will run up to my room, close the door, and hide in there if no one is home. And my dog doesn't see me very often, which is weird because she always sees me during a thunderstorm. My mom always knows if one is come if "The two chickens are together". I'm also afraid of thunderstorms, along with the dog.

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