‘Twas a dark and stormy night
5.00am, Céreste, Alpes de Haute Provence
FLASH – CRASH – RUMBLE…
…pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter…
We’ve been having more than our share of thunderstorms so far this year and, despite being dosed with Kalm Aid every time, poor Cinnamon is suffering. Whenever there’s thunder rumbling in the distance, she somehow finds the ability to climb out over the dog crate which blocks the doorway into the dog bedroom – never at any other time!
We’re getting used to her landing on our bed in the small hours now. Sometimes she stays there, shivering, and sometimes even the bed and our presence isn’t enough to calm her and she goes and hides in the wardrobe.
I do worry about her, dodgy heart and all.