scared of thunder

The dog is scared of thunder, came running to our room in a panic and threw herself down on the leftover nests on our bedroom floor from when the little granddaughters slept over.

(I hadn't washed the blankets or put any of this away yet.  It came in handy.)

The man who has said he's not a dog person hopped in the nest to comfort Elin.

She was glad.

Later in the night when the thunder came around again, she appeared in our bed standing between us, barking at the lightening out the window, pretty disruptive, but that's okay.

Spring is here.

Good thing she's cute.

Love, Val