When I finally got up I found that although Sugar was still fast asleep in the dog bed over the other side of the tent there was no Sophie; she was curled up under the small table at the side of my bed. I've known since I first got her that she doesn't like fireworks, and now seeing her under the table told me that she doesn't like loud thunderstorms either. The poor little thing must have been terrified, so when she came out I gave her a big cuddle, and with the thunder finally gone she was quite happy to go back to her own bed.
Saturday June 7th 2014 - A thunderstorm, a dog under the table and visitors
After another stay-on-site-and-chill day I woke just after 6am that morning to the sound of torrential rain on the tent and the rumble of thunder in the distance. It didn't stay in the distance though; it came nearer to the camp site and got gradually louder until the rumbles had turned to cracks and bangs accompanied by flashes of lightning. Not being unduly bothered by it I just stayed in bed reading and before long it had rumbled away again, though the heavy rain continued for quite some time.
When I finally got up I found that although Sugar was still fast asleep in the dog bed over the other side of the tent there was no Sophie; she was curled up under the small table at the side of my bed. I've known since I first got her that she doesn't like fireworks, and now seeing her under the table told me that she doesn't like loud thunderstorms either. The poor little thing must have been terrified, so when she came out I gave her a big cuddle, and with the thunder finally gone she was quite happy to go back to her own bed.
The rain lasted most of the morning and when it did finally stop I took the dogs for a walk into the village to get a few supplies. By early afternoon the sun had come out but I didn't bother going anywhere as I was having visitors later on so I just whiled away an hour or so sitting in reception chatting to Dave, the relief warden. My visitors, Louise and Derek, arrived later in the afternoon on their way back home to Holyhead from somewhere on the mainland; this was the first time they'd actually come to see me while I was on the island and they were quite impressed with my 'home from home'. After I'd made a brew we settled in for a good chinwag and it was well over an hour later when they finally left; the rest of my day was spent reading and watching a bit of tv, followed by a dog walk just before the daylight faded. After all the rain that morning the rest of the day and evening had been quite nice so I was keeping my fingers crossed that the following day would be nice enough to go out with the camera again.
When I finally got up I found that although Sugar was still fast asleep in the dog bed over the other side of the tent there was no Sophie; she was curled up under the small table at the side of my bed. I've known since I first got her that she doesn't like fireworks, and now seeing her under the table told me that she doesn't like loud thunderstorms either. The poor little thing must have been terrified, so when she came out I gave her a big cuddle, and with the thunder finally gone she was quite happy to go back to her own bed.
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