At first, I thought it was only the dog making noise, but it was something more. In the background of the constant barking, I can now discern the noise of the storm.
The way Rocky was barking, I felt he was on the edge. Perhaps the storm that was brewing was making him nervous. I got out of my cozy, warm bed and went to him in the living room. He was standing near the window and barking. I could hear a note of fear in his voice. I took a long look at the waves crashing on the rocks outside and I understood his anxiety.
This was no ordinary storm. It was building up and we may not be safe in our little cottage. I called my friend Jeff and asked him if I could crash at his place for the night. Jeff told me to come immediately as he thought that this was going to be a rough night.
I was glad next day that Rocky woke me up during the night. He in fact saved my life. My cottage was badly damaged by the storm and if we both were in there during the night, we may not have survived it.
Despite being temporarily homeless, I was very grateful to Rocky for saving my life.
Written for MLMM-Photo Challenge # 396
Also included FSS # 26, hosted by Fandango