3 or 4 likes from their own little clique and they start believing whatever they said to be fact. It's cute that they need that sort of reassurance - a bit like a dog in a thunderstorm.
Ralph is petrified of thunder. I've had to carry him home on a number of occasions. He refuses to walk towards the house in a thunderstorm. I think it's because the percussion echoes off the ranges, which our house backs onto. He's a delicate little soldier.





