And neither does The Boots.
Last night, I had to go to the storm shelter.
Yup. The sirens were going off, the news had a call-in report that a funnel cloud touched down less than a mile from my house (the newscasters seemed pretty skeptical, but I wasn't going to push it).
Also, they said, "If you are in a mobile home, get out and to a safe place immediately."
Last night, I had to go to the storm shelter.
Yup. The sirens were going off, the news had a call-in report that a funnel cloud touched down less than a mile from my house (the newscasters seemed pretty skeptical, but I wasn't going to push it).
Also, they said, "If you are in a mobile home, get out and to a safe place immediately."
Needless to say, it was another rough night.
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Ooh, yeah, and just to warn you, they give the warning to leave mobile homes A LOT around here. I imagine bringing a dog that is afraid of storms to the shelter has got to be fun!
And I think I must do the Beef Days 5k just for the t-shirt (especially as an ex-vegetarian!)
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Poor you! Poor Boots!
Oy. Just read this. Yuck. Please keep safe.
On the positive side, I just realized that my nickname for my sister's skittish dog is Boots, like your aninmal. It's because she has little white feet. And I would chuckle to myself when I called her that. I thought I was so original. Oh well, another self-belief down the tubes...
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