What a beautiful story.
a couple years ago I found Victor in the gallery shaking like a leaf with huge eyes, pupils blown wide open. HE ran to the door, I let him out, and he stood looking down the street with great apprehension. Tail tucked, ears down, quaking. Since a storm was coming I decided maybe it was a good time to leave. About 8 miles away a gasoline tanker had been hit by lightening creating a huge boom and a fire that rose to unbelievable heights. Always always listen to the dog is my motto.