On a particular thunderous rainy day, you and your pups laid in the bed close muzzled by your fur, they were afraid and scared. While your husband Steele was resting nearby on the edge of the bed taking a nap while half of the pups slept with him close by.

Then your owner opened a bag of treats to coax your puppies from they were warming up and resting, the wrinkling sound of the bag. They whined and nestled closer to there parents, until outside the rain began to pour and thunder.

You sighed and didn't want to move as you nudged Steele to get up and get the treats, he growled lazily and nudged you.

Steele: "We can't move, remember the kiddos need sleep and rest. Plus thunderstorms ain't fun to hear either."