Thunderstorm
This morning, at 4.00am, there was a thunderstorm outside. Gemma and I had to bark loudly, hysterically and for a long time so we could warn Ian and Julie, who were fast asleep upstairs, about the impending end of the world. Ian came downstairs and we rushed past him and up the stairs so that we could look after Julie (and Ian once he'd given up looking for us downstairs!) and make sure they didn't get frightened.

