July 26, 2018

White Dog and half of the White Dog Army headed for the safety of their crates as the lightening threw spears of blinding light right outside the window. Thunder grumbled, roared and screamed as the intense storm crescendo-ed and stalled over the house for over an hour. All that was missing were Valkyries. 

Every member of the White Dog Army was rattled. After a time, even Nilla, usually good with storms, got agitated and started pacing...the water was coming in under the door and through the mail slot; she was personally being assaulted. 

Roman and Opal were a mess. Roman; glued to Steve's shin and Opal cowering in the way back corner of the largest sleeping crate, burrowed under the mats.

Tizenegy also sought out his dad. For the first time ever, Tiz jumped up on the sofa to press himself against his anchor. The immediate relief on his face made me smile.

I love the intensity of storms like these and breathe deeply the ions released. Normally, I can count on Zsofia to stand in the sunroom with me and watch the drama...but not tonight. She stood in the doorway and begged for me to come back to the momma chair and put my arm around her. 

The fury pounded and hammered and flashed as water poured in sheets down the windows so that we could not even see out to the street. Then, slowly, things seemed lighter, less noisy. The WDA cautiously came together in the living room to take a weather reading. Satisfied that we had persevered the attack, the Army rested as a pack, faces protectively outward...just in case.