Airedale Terrier

Boomer was a perfect gentleman and remained rather calm and composed … until the studio lights flashed. Infatuated with thunderstorms and lightning, he couldn’t quite seem to make sense of this mysteriously dry storm or how it made its way indoors! Each time my flash would flare the room, Boomer’s eyes would dart from strobe to strobe and then back to me, as if to say, “Do you see what I’m seeing?”