August 2, 2020

White Dog and all but Bella and Tizenegy were still fast asleep when Steve sprung out of bed at 8:30 this morning. It was late for him and he resisted the urge to pull the covers back up and to join the rest of us sleeping in. "I scheduled grocery pickup for 8-9am," he said. "I run and get them and come back and THEN make Army breakfasts." "If they are awake," I laughed and closed my eyes.

Everyone was trying to recapture sleep lost when the VERY loud and VERY fierce storm hit in the middle of the night. The thunder cracks were louder for the absolute quiet on the streets and the lightning lit up the bedroom with its intensity. Roman was awake in an instant and Bailey begin to whimper. Steve and I were both awake and tried to calm our frightened pack. As the wind whipped up and the torrential rain turned to hail, poor Pearl indicated she had to go out.

Steve carried her out to the sunporch. "Pearly Pearl, this is an emergency. It is ok to go out here just this once and we will clean up the concrete. You are sick and I know you cannot hold on. It is ok."

The storm raged for about two hours and it took a bit longer to convince our family all was safe again...and no sneak attacks were planned. We were all exhausted.

And this is why Steve found the White Dog Army like this at nearly 9:30 in the morning: