Thunder and Lightning

Coo! My first proper thunderstorm. A big ol' lairy one is crashing and rattling through from the south - the direction of Challock Forest. Squally winds are thrashing about in the bay, the beech, the jasmine and the Paulownia, and bucketting rain is smashing down the tired old brown petals from the Albertine on the back of the house

None of us are scared of thunder. Meg and H are more "angry" at it invading their air-space. M+H are lined up in the back door way looking out, whictling and groaning and gruffing at it sotto-voce, or when there's a really big bang they race out and around the garden, looking at the sky and bouncing on their front feet, barking at it - you do that ONE MORE TIME and I'll really show you! Dad says I'm totally un-fazed by it all, lying on the dining room carpet watching Meg and H's antics curiously

When we do go out, of course we are getting wet, so Mum has brought down a load of doggie towels and we are getting periodic rub downs in between the excursions

I'm kinda glad this didn't happen while we were camping. This much rain would surely have penetrated the tent and the thunder would have had us barking about all over the camp site. Towelling off wet dogs in a tent is no-where near as much fun!

Deefs (Crack! Bang! Rumble!)