Dogday was sleeping in his bed, under his blankets—which were white with an orange boarder and covered in small suns and stars—and was very comfy. But then Dogday joilted awake in bed. Both from a nightmare and the thunder storm outside his window. He trembled like a scared puppy and gripped his blanket. He was shaking like crazy, scared of the loud noises and his nightmare. He sniffled as tears fell down his face. Poor puppy.