picspam: Traf and Boomer at rest
During thunderstorms, the dogs bunk with me. Well, mostly just Boomer does, because he's a big wuss, but Traf will take the opportunity to snuggle in:
He's keeping watch to make sure the thunder doesn't come in my room.
If there is not space for two large dog and a person on my bed, they will make space. And by "they" I mean "me."
And now you know what my butt looks like.
Once the thunder passes, Traf usually wanders off to do something important, like bark at bicycles or watch Red Dwarf with John.
Boomer chillaxes with me, though, because there's just not enough fur on my bed as it is.
Traf is content with sleeping on the sofa, though. He's thoughtful that way.
(Yes, I know his nail are hideously long. Please don't judge us.)
