My Dogs HATE summer storms

These dogs seem fearless when the mail man approaches the front door, barking with zest and determination.  On the other hand, when the skies turn angry at night, the first one to leap to the bed is 85 pound Mabel.  She snuggles like a spoon, right up between Steve and me.  Milly is not to be denied, either.  She has been catapulting herself over Her Labness, to form a dog hat on our heads.  They are immediately calmed, fall asleep, and snore in stereo.  Steve and I are left to watch the skies light up and wait for the power to fail.

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