It’s a hurricane! Supposedly. The “hurricane” isn’t doing much aside from knocking down my sunflowers and strewing our neighbours’ garbage all over the place, but it’s still bad enough that I (and the dogs) don’t really want to go outside and we’re feeling a bit shack wacky.
Sprocket and Doozer alleviate this by biting each others’ tails and chasing each other from kitchen to livingroom.

I alleviate it by listening to songs that I like.