Here in Ayrshire we don’t typically get a lot of thunderstorms, but we’ve had plenty of them this last week. In the past Beanie has had a bit of a problem with loud banging noises, but this is no longer the case; in fact she’s been so confident that she’s been offering comfort to anyone or anything who needs it. During one storm she felt that my lap needed the reassurance of a Beanie bottom. As the storms continued she gave succour to our ensuite toilet. You might think that a stocky chunk of porcelain has nothing to fear from the big sky booms, but Beanie’s keen senses told her otherwise and she camped out by it, refusing to leave until the booms had stopped. She even pretended to be a little scared, just to show solidarity. That’s the thing about Beanie: she’s such a fearless and selfless little girl, always thinking of others.
When each storm ended she would hold a little celebration, and what better way to celebrate than to grab her (formerly) squeaky rabbit and roll around on the floor like a spoiled little pup. Hard to think she’s going to be 12 years old in a few months time!
