Poor Kate

Thunderstorms are moving through the Hudson Valley this afternoon. Of course, it was bright and sunny when I left for lunch/walkies.

By the time I picked up a couple slices of pizza — hey, Kate loves the crusts — there were dark clouds to the east of Poughkeepsie.

After we both enjoyed the pizza, it was time to take Kate out for a quick piddle.

No sooner did we set foot outside than a clap of thunder sounded and Kate's tail went under her legs. The poor thing. She immediately turned back toward the house. I followed.

It's going to be a long wait until I get back home later. But she'll be fine.

Thunder and fireworks. Poor Kate.