Maelstrom

Trotter did not like the thunder last night. Originally the roiling noise in the background had left him undisturbed until a massive crack awoke him and the chubbiest dog, who started to bark in distress.

Trotter, convinced we were perhaps being burgled, ran downstairs to run around aimlessly barking at the darkness.

In the end I had to have him in bed with me where he grumbled unhappily for quite some time.

Poor Trotter.