Storms

It's about 0330 and Zoe is scratching at the bedroom door trying to get out. Dixie is right behind her. We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and they both hate thunderstorms.
Sam, a dog I had a number of years ago, used to bark at thunderstorms. That always worked because the storms always went away.
Now, Dixie is on the floor next to the bed in a place where it's easy for me to reach down and give her a reassuring pat. Zoe is under the dresser.
I really prefer Sam's proactive approach, although the barking did become annoying at times.
It's now 0542. Zoe is back in the bed. Dixie is still on the floor. The radar on weather.com says we're out of the woods. But, I'll bet I don't get back to sleep.
Well, I did manage to go back to sleep … right after Dixie settled down on the pillow next to my head. I finally got up about 0830. It's now 1000 and I'm thinking about hitting the sheets again.