Last night we had a thunderstorm. It was the first one that Willow has encountered and she wasn't pleased about it. She didn't try to hide or run away but when thunder rolled, Willow barked back. Even with a choice of laps to take refuge in or receive reassurance from she stood her ground. Fortunately, she didn't get frantic about it. One thunderclap, one bark. The thunder diminished fairly rapidly, perhaps twenty minutes or so until it passed heading east. The rest of the night was just rain, lots of rain. The swamp of despair is, once again, reestablished in my back yard. This morning I stood in the rain while Willow used her ex-pen. By the time she was done, large flakes of snow were falling. What crazy weather we are having here.