You tell it, Chewie!
This morning, we woke up to nice thunderstorm. Clearly Chewie had not noticed yet (he was asleep at the foot of the bed). There was a BIG boom of thunder, and suddenly Chew was on his feet, barking at the ceiling. It was NOT allowed to make noises like that! We laughed and calmed him down. Such a brave Chewie!

Biscuit was sitting on a linoleum floor when I first got her. She farted and it was loud! She jumped and ran under the bed. How I laughed, silly girlz! Maybe she thought something was getting her from behind?