We had yet another thunder storm last night and I caught this photo of our dog, Harry.  He starts shaking and quaking and trying to climb into the nearest lap at the first hint of foul weather.  We always know a thunder storm is on its way long before it gets near us because this big chicken dog meets us at the back door just groveling to get in. 

No one would pay any attention to him and so he climbed up into a recently abandoned chair and tried to get attention by leaning over the kids working on the couputers.