It pours, the lights flicker, the wind shakes the windows and WildDog starts opening doors to tell us he's not staying in a room by himself.
No, siree, I'm a guard dog and I'm "guarding" you whether you like it or not.
At least he does not destroy things or jump in bed. He just sits on my side of the bed and whines...and I wake up to pat him on the head to quiet him.
I love summer thunderstorms. At least, it wasn't a tornado!
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