An Homage to Snoopy (or was it Edward Bulwer-Lytton?)

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Reston that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. With a buzz and a flicker, the computer died. Click, click and the rest of the house was cloaked in darkness, as dark as a westie's summer nose. The wind continued to howl outside as the inhabitants of the house scrambled to find some measure of light- cell phones became flashlights while they looked for the real thing. Westies in white coats glowed in an ethereal manner in the darkness. Their piercing eyes questioning the goings on.

Okay, so we had a blackout last night that lasted for an hour. Not knowing how long it was going to last when it first began, and because the space heater and the heating pad were no longer working without electricity, I packed up puppies and Audrey to move them to our bedroom where we had a secondary whelping box. (Ming and Chloe were in the warm media room.) It was a lot warmer upstairs because the air conditioning was not turned on during the day and the temperature reached 89 degrees outside. Our bedroom was about 78 degrees. They loved it and Audrey enjoyed it too! When the power came back, I let them be. They were great babies and slept through the night. Audrey took very good care of them.