How I hate a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. Simon starts digging into the pillows by my head and panting befor it even arrives. It takes me about a half hour to realize what's happening and then anothe half hour while I try to wish it away before I have to really wake up and deal with it. By the time I get up, get him a Benadryl, and mix it with peanut butter, I'm wide awake. Once we go back to bed he huddles beside me and I massage his back to try and calm him down. In another 30 minutes the pill finally takes effect and the storm is gone. So I lose an hour and a half of sleep and both dogs wake up at our normal time. Sucks!