We are experiencing a wild and woolly storm here at this very moment! Poor Abby is, as usual, beside herself with worry over the wind and the thunder and the lightening. (Thankfully, the rain just started too.)
Don’t tell Paul, but I let her up on the forbidden couch to sit with me. I was hoping that she would be comforted by my presence. But I clearly didn’t make the grade, as she shortly jumped over the couch to go crawl under my desk, where she now lays, quivering in fear. Poor doggie.