Dogs (and cats) in general hate thunder and lightning. If we ever had a storm in the middle of the night, Darcy would headbutt her way through what used to be my bedroom door (usually in one effortless motion too) jump in my bed and basically kick me out of it so that the result is she has the entire bed + duvet, whilst i had the pillow.

Dillon's scared of thunder, but he's such a laid back dog that nobody actually notices. He just curls up on his bed and pretends to be asleep. Failing that, he'll follow in the footsteps of his grandma and raid my bloody bed. Add to the fact that he's a big black dinosaur and you've got one bemused person with nowhere to sleep.

Ruby's worse though. As soon as a storm brews, she's the metaphoric bull in a china shop. Scrap that - ever seen the film 'Flubber', about the green goo-like substance that bounces off pretty much any surface with little or no provocation? Yeah. That's Ruby.