Molly, my Pastor's dog, is terribly afraid of storms and there is one on the way to Effingham. In fact, the thunder has already arrived.
As I was getting ready for the day, Molly banged a few times on the door to my suite so I let her in. She's staying very close to me.
When I was near my closet, she noticed the door was slid open and decided to sit inside the clothes basket. It was a challenge, but I finally convinced her to step out of the basket so I could remove it to let her lay on the floor in the closet under my clothes:
The Pastor will have a very long day trying to comfort his girl. A stormy day with Molly always makes it nearly impossible to get anything done and there is no way to comfort her.
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