Loud Noises, Cold Stuff, and A Real "Rocky Star"

I'm scared of loud noises. I know a lot of dogs probably understand this but it has become apparent to me that some of the people Daddy talks too regularly don't. He is always being asked why I am so scared of loud noises. First, let me say that I understand things would be better for me if I wasn't afraid of loud noises. I wouldn't have had to spend all of Sunday evening hiding in the bathroom from what Daddy called "Wind". I wouldn't have taken off looking for a bathroom to hide in on January 3rd if it wasn't for a noise that Daddy's friend called "ridiculously unnecessary car honking". As a dog, I don't understand 1) the need, 2) the source, and 3) the cause of any of these noises. They all seem wholly unneccessary. Kind of like that thing people do that Daddy refers to as "talking". In general, I think you people bark and woof way too much as it is - especially into those little devices that everyone seems to play with all the time. I can't figure out the purpose of these things Dad calls "cell phones" other then helping me figure out when someone is coming over soon.

Back to loud noises. At the dog park, Dad makes a loud noise when he wants to get my attention. So this noise doesn't scare me, cause I know:
1) The Need - Daddy needs me!
2) The Source - Daddy!
3) The Cause - Clapping his hands together!

This was not true for Sunday night, as the only thing I could figure was:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - Something that is less likely to harm me if I hid in the bathroom?
3) The Cause - Wind! (only cause Daddy told me)

And regarding January 3rd:
1) The Need - To be Scary?
2) The Source - A ridiculously unneccessary car honking!
3) The Cause - To tell me that I should go find Daddy cause he might need me?

If you can't figure out the guidelines of the exercise above, anything that ends with a "?" is my best guess on what the noise what about. Taking this into consideration, wouldn't you be afraid of these noises?

Although Sunday night was very frightening, I was greeted on Monday morning with this cold stuff on the ground that made my paws all wet. It was like dirt, but white. And colder. And Slippier. This "Cold Stuff" was so much fun to run back and forth in. I'm not sure how Daddy was able to get all this white stuff for me to play in, but I was very grateful. And it was nice of him to provide that for me to make up for the scary "Wind" the night before.

As I pointed out in my last blog, I have no concept of time. I've heard a lot of people say that the 36 days I was gone must have been torture for me and for my Dad. If that's true, then this dog Astro and his Dad must have really struggled for the 9 years they were apart: http://www.theleafchronicle.com/article/20090225/COLUMNISTS35/902250322

I mentioned last time that someone said that 1 year to a person is 7 years to a dog. Which means that 9 years to Astro's Dad was 7 years 9 times over to Astro! (Like I said, dogs aren't good at math) That just sounds like a lot! Now that's what I call a "Rocky Star"! We don't know where or who Astro was with for 9 years, but he certainly had to deal with a lot of loud noises during that time that he managed to survive. It's dogs like that make me think maybe I'll be brave and not hide in the bathroom next time I'm faced with "Wind". Instead, maybe I'll hide in Daddy's closet.

Off to wait for Daddy to pick me up!
Rocky The Munn