Thursday, July 24, 2008

Thor in the Clubhouse

Last night, a wicked line of thunderstorms rolled through. Booming right over our house, poor Thor was scared out of his wits. Since someone had a chair from the line out of place during dessert, Thor crawled under the breakfast room table. He used to do this as a baby, and the space under the table was dubbed "the clubhouse". (Yes, I admit it, sometimes when my kids are being unpleasant, I threaten to go to the clubhouse myself. Never have, though, because I might get stuck there). So, here's your Thursday morning dose of Thor, looking for protection from noise by his people. I'm looking forward to Gaylen's pictures of her happy hounds!

2 comments:

gaylen said...

I hear ya! There are days when I need to be in the clubhouse - if only there were doors!

Thor looks very calm lying there. g

Paula said...

Poor little fella. He really is a gentle giant. Hope the skies are sunny and calm for him now.