It's 4am and I wake up. Outside, the sky is lighting up with lightning and seconds later I hear the rumble of thunder as it rips through the clouds. That wasn't what woke me up, though. My baby woke me up.
No, not Penny. She had woken up hours before to eat and was finally sleeping soundly in her crib. My first baby woke me up, a little border collie named Dexter.
He's very concerned over these thunderstorms that we've been having lately. While I'm enjoying the rain and thunder, he's barking during the day and cowering during the night.
He was on our bed already, frightened by the sounds, and as the storm got closer, he inched closer. First, I was woken up by him crawling on top of me and hitting me with his paws. Brandon woke up too and pulled the poor guy in between us. For the next fifteen minutes he twitched and hit us and tried to sleep, but with each rumble, his head was up and he was pressing closer.
My poor baby puppy, he just doesn't know what to do when he hears scary sounds! At least he can have some four AM cuddles with mommy and daddy.