Who's looking to you?

When Bernie and I took our last walk this evening, a storm was moving in from the coast. He didn’t notice the clouds gathering or the wind picking up, but the distant thunder was another matter. His ears pulled back, eyes wide; he turned his head and looked – not at the darkening sky, but at me. When I just kept walking, that was enough for him. He went back to the lizard hunt.

As he so often does, Bernie had me thinking again. Are there others looking to me, waiting to see how I react? It’s something to keep in mind the next time a storm comes rolling in.