Hurricane Nate Update

We have officially ensured no Hurricane Nate hit here. Under protest, major “It Isn’t Coming Here” dad indulged his typhoon averse wife and…we put the frickin’ new (‘NEW’ as in ‘untouched since the day the Squid Terrorist cut them ELEVEN years ago’?) shutters up.

I will sleep soundly tonight.

Socks, on the other hand, is really confused about where ‘outside’ went, and is morosely moving from dark sill to dark sill. He’d scratch his kitty head if he could.

ths update:

major dad has the bacon sammiches started – our traditional hurricane breakfast – and all is right with the world. Thanks for the crossed fingers everyone – THEY WORKED!

Old Dogs

Makes me smile when somebody feels perky enough to attempt a couch climb and his half-shot, crippled old back legs actually get him there.

We love this old gentleman with all our hearts.

A late, very happy #NationalBlackDogDay to you all.

I Just Don’t Understand People

50+ dead

good lord.

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