The Thunderstorm Companion
The afternoon cracked open and the air turned white with rain.
The old cottage winced under cannonades of thunder and lightning burst through the windows, jagged and unnatural. In other words, the perfect afternoon to cast aside all responsibilities, curl up on the chaise, and knit.
The big dog watched me, a tiny flicker of unease crossing his furry face with every shudder of thunder.
“Perhaps she is scared”, he thought. “Yes. She needs me close. That’s what I’m here for.”
So he jumped up to share my seat.
He is a big dog. A very big dog.
And, after a few of my wiggles and squirms to get comfortable….
“What do you mean, you don’t have enough room??”
I just love life with this dog.