Let sleeping dogs lie

There was a storm last night, no thunder, just strong winds and heavy rain which to a dumb animal (mentioning no names) clearly sounded like thunder, which to the dumb animal sounds as though the sky is falling.

Clearly the safest place to be, if the sky is about to fall on your little furry head and squish your peanut sized brain is not the cellar, but rather the top of the house, where the noise might be louder but there's also me...

So despite the wind howling round the eaves of the house and the rain hammering at the windows, Logan slept like a babe on the floor next to my side of the bed.

At least he doens't snore...