A Small Adventure

Yesterday the weather was gray and dismal... not unlike today. The weather report didn't offer much hope, calling for a Winter Storm Watch with all sorts of exciting but vaguely ominous graphics that suggested an imminent end to life as we know it. Needless to say, we didn't go walking like we had intended. Still, Mom felt bad. She felt that I should at least go somewhere. So, around six o'clock, her phone rang. She got up, grabbed her keys and my leash, and we went into the car.

Now, I didn't know where she thought we were going to go in the dark and rain, especially since a Great Wave was sure to wash over everything east of I-495 at any moment. The park was almost certainly not an option. She began driving. We started off going the way we go to get to Bare Cove Park, but we stopped and turned into this huge complex. The complex made me nervous. It was big and scary. Was it an evacuation shelter? The news said there might be flooding.

Then Mom pulled the car in to a curb indoors. The door of the car opened. It was Dad! We had gone to get him from the T! They changed seats and we all came home. I was so happy to see Dad, and he was so happy (and surprised) to see me. It was a small adventure, but at least I got to go somewhere.

Scared in Braintree!

Tonight has been so scary here in Braintree! We're having some pretty wild weather here. We're getting thunder and lightning. I've never seen lightning before. I've never heard thunder before either, and I don't mind telling you I don't like it one bit! It's so loud that it feels like the whole house is shaking. It's not so bad in the basement, I can't hear it down there, but when I have to come upstairs it is not a nice feeling.

Then there's the rain. It's not just rain. I mean, I've heard rain before. I don't like it, but I'm mostly used to it. Tonight it's just coming down so hard! It sounds like a thousand little feet stomping on the roof - especially in the sunroom, where it's all coming down on glass. Sometimes it doesn't come down as rain, either. Sometimes it comes down as ice. I asked to go out in it for just a second, which was a major mistake. It was like having a thousand pebbles dropped on my back!

I'm not really sure what to do about it. On the one hand, I'm very scared, especially when the ice comes down. My fur stands all up, and I bark and bark at the ice to scare it away but it just keeps coming. So I want to hide in my crate, where I know I'm nice and safe. On the other hand, Mom and Dad seem oblivious to the danger and are just kind of hanging out, doing their things. Who will protect them if I'm in my crate? I've tried coming out and trying to herd them into the crate with me, but they don't seem to be particularly keen on the idea. They think quarters might be a little close, especially since I'm overdue for a bath.

I think I'll hide in the crate for a while. Mom and Dad are probably okay for now. If I think they're in danger again, though, look out!