Last night was mostly sleepless for both my wife and me. Sometime late last night a violent, fast-moving thunderstorm struck Chicago. Rain. Lots of thunder and frighteningly close-sounding lightning. I felt a drip drip drip A leak in the roof? No. It was my 65 lb. male Samoyed, Qila, standing over me, trembling and drooling (he becomes terribly agitated during thunderstorms).
We got Qila to calm down a little and lie down between us. We spent a good deal of the rest of the night comforting him, each of us with an arm over him.