Storm dog

Pete took refuge at Maria’s feet under her sewing table when the storms rumbled through yesterday afternoon.

That is, until a nearby lightning strike sent him running.

We figured he was headed for his kennel in our bedroom, which is his safe place in times of anxiety. But when we checked, he wasn’t there.

Then we noticed him hunkered down in the back of our walk-in closet. Must have been a pretty scary lightning strike.