Spent some quality time with my dog hiding from tornadoes last night.
Our ‘storm shelter’ is my sardine can-sized bathtub, which normally doesn’t have enough room for a bare me, much less a 17-year old pup and all her paraphernalia (afghan, pillow, big stuffed yellow duck).
It was a bunch easier getting in than getting out, let me say. The entrance was more of a dive, the exit more of a jaws-of-life extraction.
But we survived and we are blessed to greet this Monday.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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