Molly hates thunderstorms. I believe even more than she hates the fleabag that lives on the first floor. We had our first real bad thunderstorm of the spring the other night. I had just gone to bed. The thunder had not even died down yet and Molly appeared beside me faster than the lightning outside.
Normally Molly sleeps at my feet or on the floor. Not during a thunderstorm. She has to make sure I am awake so she can sleep thru the storm. I guess I am supposed to stand guard or something. She makes sure that she keeps me awake with several licks on my arms and getting in my face if she has to. It must have worked that night because I didn't sleep much that night and she slept like a baby.
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