Share This Story
Of all of the members of The Herd, who do you think is guilty of interrupting sleep in the middle of the night? Let’s call this Sleepless in Chez Herd.
About 2 a.m. Friday morning, a fairly minor thunderstorm crested the mountains. A little lightning. A little rain. A little wind. AND, a little thunder. Guess who did not like the thunder?
Yes, Frankie Suave loses his Suave when thunder booms. He jumped up on the bed, clawed the Hu-Dad, and asked for some protection. Fifty pounds of Siberian Husky curled up against the Hu-Dad’s chest. Very tight. Hu-Dad stretched his arm over Frankie who quickly relaxed . . . and fell into a gentle sleep for the rest of the storm.
Of course, the Hu-Dad was now wide awake at 2 a.m.
Read Another Story
← Back One Story ◊ OR ◊ Forward One Story →
This Week's Thundering Herd Special Features
Weekly thoughts from our Hu-Dad with the latest updates on his writing projects, the books he's reading, and a gratuitous dog photo of us.
Way Back Wednesday
Each week, we reach back into our vault of over 4,700 previous posts and share a favorite. We hope you enjoy this look back.