It may be a case of channeling ... or it could be an outright case of reincarnation ... or it could be a trait that dogs share in common ... but whatever the cause, at 2:34 am this morning, Flute completed her metamorphasis into Marley of book and movie fame ...I seldom stir to the throaty rumble of passing thunderstorms, and the series of storms that rolled over Brandon last night would not have been an exception to that rule, had it not been for Flute (aka Marley) who stood on my bed, hair standing on end and barking loudly and deeply at the flashing of lightning and the rumble of thunder ... then, as the storm picked up in intensity, she proceeded to romp through the house barking loudly as the unseen interloper ...
Thankfully the storm passed and she settled shortly after 3 am, allowing me to return to sleep ...
Oh, and Oboe for his part remained happily and quietly asleep through it all ...
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