It's a Baggy life.: Stormy nights.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3.
Tears: No.
Overall day: 🙀

Thunderstorms at three this morning equalled Calum receiving the claws raking the side of the bed treatment, which is Minty Mutt's way of saying, "Help. I'm scared. Wake up. Now!" Baggy was already awake having jumped out of her own skin at a flash of lightening. Furry Mama leant across Calum and stroked Minty on the head. It didn't help. "Mum. I'm terrified".
"I know baby, but it's only a storm".
"No, we're under attack."
"Mint, go and lie down", growled a half asleep Calum.
"But I'm scared".
Furry Mama got up and went and lay with Mint on his bed at the foot of her bed. Another flash, followed almost instantly by a loud bang. Baggy's heart rate shot up. Mint whimpered. "Come on sausage, let's go somewhere so that your dad can sleep", said Furry Mama as she took Mint into the spare bedroom. The skies opened. The rain was absolutely torrential. Clever Bird shut the window and the blind. Furry Mama hopped into bed and persuaded Minty to join her. Baggy snuggled up against a large furry, heavy-breathing, shaky German Shepherd (not much different from snuggling up next to a twitchy, snoring husband really, but don't tell him that baggees), and wrapped her arm across him so that she could stroke his tummy. Another flash-and-bang. But at least Mint didn't jump off the bed. Calum appeared. "You okay?"
"Yes, I was going to sit with the mutt".
"He seems okay now. You can go back to bed. I came in here so that we wouldn't disturb you", explained Furry Mama. "Urrrrm, are you dressed?"
"Yes".
"Weird man", thought Baggy before falling straight to sleep.

When she finally got up at 10am Calum was downstairs. "Did you go back to bed?"
"No, I didn't". Very weird man!
Lovely man though. He ran a very aching Baggy a bath, before going back to bed himself.

Baggy decided to take Gloria Gardener back out to the border she was working on yesterday. Of course Clever Bird forgot to get Creative Clara to take any photos of the overgrown jungle that it was before, but here are the afters: