We had one big storm last night. It interrupted SURVIVOR…dish down. The wind was blowing; rain was so fierce that you could not see; lightening lit up the sky and then there was….you guessed it: THUNDER. At the first clap which was directly over our head, I ran straight for Mom’s lap and she held me tight. I panted and shook a little but I’m not as nervous as some pups. I don’t like it though.
Big front “blew” through and dropped the temps 20 degrees from yesterday. Anyway, Mom has been cleaning out her closet and has Dad building some roll out shelving. Our new chair was delivered; I overheard Mom say something about Scottie proof fabric. What else? Hmmm. How do you like my Easter dress. ~ Lucy