The little lummox does not like thunder storms...

... but is usually pretty brave about it. Last night we had a bad storm. There was suddenly a crash and a flash of lightening. Lummox leapt up, barked once, hopped down from the couch and ran to the glass door where he stood defying the elements. For about three seconds. Then he trotted over to where I sat reading and snuggled down behind my legs. No sense carrying that macho nonsense too far.