Clinton and I went out to dinner and stopped at the store on our way home. I could see in the distance that a storm was coming. We got home and walked up to the back door as a couple of huge drops fell from the sky. The moment we stepped inside a major rainfall started. It was absolutely pouring! The winds started, the lightening began flashing and the thunder was rolling.
We missed getting totally soaked by about 3 seconds. I like to call that "perfect timing"! :)
Ha ha:
Our dog, Peter, is a bit of a scaredy-cat. If he sees a plastic bag on the floor, he growls at it and hides behind your legs. If he sees someone wearing a hat, he doesn't like it and barks. When a thunderstorm rolls through he starts panting, can't sit still and nervously climbs all over you until he "gets comfortable" (aka, finally exhausts himself from pacing and needs to rest).
Well, with all of the 60 MPH winds we just had with this storm a branch fell off of our tree in the backyard and landed on the grass. After the storm stopped, Clinton took Peter out to potty and came back in laughing. When I asked what was so funny he said that as soon as Peter saw the branch, he stopped in his tracks, stared it down, slowly walked past it and then growled at it the whole time he was outside. Ha ha! Oh, Petey!
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