OK, so he slept through all night and the worst of the winds has now passed. Bit squally and blustery but nothing out-of-the-ordinary at this point.
Dog keeps whining and whimpering and looking at me. He keeps asking to go out in the garden, has done a wee and a poo, but is darting about seemingly looking for something. He's squeezed behind the stacked garden chairs and round by the shed, and has been digging soil out of the plant pots and raised flower beds.
Could it be that he's decided now is the time to repossess a bone or something that he's buried, in case it's the Apocalypse?