Chloe is not a fan of thunderstorms. Early this morning the lightning started flashing through our open blinds. It was enough to put Chloe on alert and when the thunder followed she looked around to try and pinpoint the noise.
I tried to console her and pet her but she wouldn’t lay down. So I did what any other fur mother would do. I rolled over and fell back to sleep.
Because of the rainy and cold day, only one thing sounded good for dinner. Jeff’s potato soup!
It was warm and starchy and delicious!
You know that looks good.
