Thunder and lightning

very very frightening. Unless of course you are a Jug named Herbie.

Then you take a dim view of whatever/whomever is making that noise in YOUR home and garden. You launch your body from asleep to wide awake in full attack mode and bark like the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Lightning, frightening, it's the lightning that should be afraid. Very Afraid, 'cos if a Herbie gets it he will shake it till its neck  breaks. Just like a Jack Russel with a rat.

He is almost pure Pug on the outside and pure, concentrated Jack Russel on the inside. Thank goodness that he calmed down by bed time as he even threatened the rain.

The garden had a much needed watering and we had a much needed drop in temperature, just not a big enough drop.

It is still warm and muggy but nowhere near as bad, if we get at least some of the predicted storms it will become more comfortable.

I have no envy for those in the hot and steamy parts of the world, the flora and fauna may be wonderful to behold but the humidity would drive me doolally. I can cope with dry heat and cold but once the air is damp I am a hot or cold wet lump of misery.

I did a little sewing in the first light of the morning, just another pile of strips sewn together. The ironing and cutting will happen tomorrow. I have the 2 Bichons here today as well as the other 3 and one Bichon had a full hair cut and nail trimming session. The remaining 4 sat in a semi circle and watched every move. I felt that I was being awarded points out of 10 by the judges. A bit like Strictly without the music and glitterball.

Those little dogs are a delight, they leap around like puppies, the eldest is 12, and join up with Poppy to put Revi and Herbie in their place. That place is, of course, The Wrong. I love having them here but will be so happy when my friend is finished with her treatment and the hospital trips are but a memory.

On that note I have to leave, all the dogs are in the garden and it is Quiet. Could be up to mischief.

Keep safe.

                     TTFN                                               Pam