Thunderstorms

Molly has a healthy dislike of thunderstorms as do most dogs. She woke me up at 4 A.M. this morning to inform me that we were having one and it was a good one too. Thunder, lightning, and the whole pyrotechnical and audio display. I am not going to complain about her waking me up, however. She woke me up at 2:30 A.M. one morning when I lived in Gastonia to tell me there was a tornado in the area. It touched down about 1/2 mile from my apartment.

This morning when Molly woke me up, she started with one little swipe of her tongue on my cheek. That initially got my eyes open and then I heard the distant rumble of thunder. I should have gotten up then but I dutifully tried rolling over and going back to sleep.

Molly wasn't going to allow that to happen. No matter how many times I rolled over and no matter what direction I faced, Molly was right there to remind me that it was storming, that I needed to get up and do something about it. After about 10 minutes of this, I went ahead and got up because I knew it was useless to try to go back to sleep as long as it was storming.

I went into my computer room and started watching TV. Molly curled up beside my feet and promptly went to sleep. I guess as long as I was up she felt safe enough to go back to sleep. She was not about to go outside and do her business. I am glad that one of us got to sleep.