We had a wicked windstorm the other day and our trees lost a lot of branches. We watched the first one come crashing down and then Bella went over to investigate. I said, (because I often talk to my dogs as though they're human and I know you do too
) "I'm not so sure that's where smart dogs would stand if they wanted to be safe, Bella." She immediately whipped around and trotted to the middle of the yard away from the tree.
Several minutes later, I decided I wanted a picture with a dog for scale. So I called her to me by the tree. It took several requests before she reluctantly came to stand next to the branch. Then she absolutely refused to sit and kept looking up into the tree. DH said she was thinking, "Mom, you just told me this wasn't safe!"