Yesterday afternoon, all is quiet – I’m working, boys are napping…

 THEN…..

AND “the glass is rising” …..

The sky darkens … whoops, need to get Karl out before it starts thundering – we just make it and Karl takes care of necessities as the wind comes up.  His ears go back and he heads for the house and my bedroom closet.  I call Bob but he is still out.  He’s not quite as sensitive about thunder but at the first rumble I expect to see him running for home.  He doesn’t – I’m sitting on the front porch watching and listening as the storm approaches – still no Bob.  I walk through the woods 4 or 5 times – lightning is still very distant but thunder is getting louder and more frequent.  Then it starts to sprinkle and finally rain.  I decide that he has found a hidey hole – and I doubt he will venture out with it thundering so I go in and leave his door open.  Several squalls come through and it is after 10 before things settle down to just a gentle rain with no thunder or lightning and in walks Bob.  I’m relieved but also have to laugh – he is dry on his front half and soaked on his back half… I have to guess that he found a good place to “hide” from the storm, but his back half was “hanging out”.  We had a good snuggle and a warm towell off before going to bed.  It must not have been too traumatic as he did not hesitate going out this morning.  Still, adventures that make one late for supper – no fun!  (sentiment expressed by Bilbo Baggins…)

The morning after…