Thunderstorms reappeared on our horizon and Frankie decided that he needed to be inside, though Hu-Dad suspected he was taking an any boom will do approach.

Can’t you see how stressed I am?

We haven’t had any rain for several days, so yesterday’s predicted thunderstorms were welcome. Well, welcome to everyone except Frankie who insists loud noises are bad. So when Frankie banged on the door to come inside, Hu-Dad assumed he heard some thunder and the storms were approaching.  The rain would provide relief from the heat we have had for the last several days and provide much needed moisture to the ground.

Don’t even ask how my back foot is under my chin.

Hu-Dad began to get suspicious when the rains never materialized. Very small storms popped up around the area, but none of them came particularly close to us. Our heat continued and, worse, the dry weather was not broken. Frankie, however, insisted he needed to remain indoors. In fact, Hu-Dad became strangely suspicious that someone just wanted to nap on the couch under the ceiling fans.

Don’t I look tense?

Maybe the thunderstorms will come later and Frankie was just being prepared well in advance.

Never know when thunder will boom.