Bigby was scared of the storm a couple days ago, but his ThunderShirt helped again.
Then, the next morning at 7:30 AM, my mom and brother and I were all awakened by a hiss and a bark.
It was Bigby and Frannie. Apparently, Bigby was still scared of the storm.
So he slept in my parents' room with my mom and I for an hour and then I carried him back downstairs.
Now, Bigby thinks that he can come upstairs whenever he wants.
Ah, terriers. Sometimes, they're too smart for their own good.
